Littlevoice

a leaf
without a tree
but with the breeze
found life




I feel small
without you

but nothing yet
of the
giant in me




to find our voices
we used theirs
+ now it's time to
find our own




my guide is whisper
my follow is thunder




if my soul could speak
I'd be bigger than you




I will
fight
my own
battles

I will
need
your
axe




the autumn leaves
twist at my feet
I feel no fear




I am a
bantamweight
of life

a featherduster




I tried
to be
ironic
or dainty

maybe a 
little
feeble +
feminine

but I bleed
blood +
guts +
gore




frailty
wrapped itself
on frames
of stone

for everlast




too often I look
to the mountains
when roses pull at
my feet