I wanted to be light I thought that meant softness I thought it meant delicacy like a rose so I thought because they were chosen so easily I learned to notice the space I took the way I was always noticed before even speaking I am not a rose I don't fold into something that's easily held I don't bloom to be chosen I wanted to be chosen I tried to fit to squeeze compare I thought I was heavy too large too present too visible not noticing I'm not a rose I thought softness meant less space roses are lighter but not softer roses are easily held easily loved but not gentle but I am not small and despite the weight still I am soft maybe I was never meant to be small maybe softness was never meant to look like that maybe I was just misnamed