Even when I pull everything in until there is no air left in my lungs, I am still too much.
Even when I make the thunder inside me nothing but a dull beam of light, I am still too much woman.
So I left you.
But the trouble is
I have spent so much time trying to be small for you
That I have forgotten how to take up space.
You have taken so much
That I’ve forgotten what it is I’ve lost
And who I am.
But I think
That I quite like
To take up space again.