Mental Health

A tiny woman once showed me her favorite place to sit and think.

I carried her to a garden in the middle of a cemetery.

The tombstones were weathered, breaking away, and bones dust below.

The garden was circular with a park bench in the middle, and

Surrounding us were flowers of countless colors.

The peculiar part of it all, was not the woman who was the size of an apple,

But all the flowers were turned away from us both.

I asked why, and in her tiny voice, she said,

I don’t know why the flowers are so bashful, but one day I know

I’ll be here to see them all turn towards me and kiss me.

I’ve always been a curious man, so I probed a little more.

She thought that maybe one day, when she least expects it,

Maybe on the day she is finally unashamed of her size, but instead

Smothered in joy, the flowers will finally feel comfortable with her.

I told her that she might actually be the right sized person, and

That I and all the others are simply too large and that she

Should feel special and completely unique. She thought for a

Moment, then turned her back to me and became just another flower.