Every child grows up believing they are special
Beliefs enforced by parents and siblings.
That they have a distinct purpose in the world
A life given to them as a gift to make a change.
But what about me?
When you were born
I became nothing more than a silhouette.
Why do I feel reduced to a whisper?
When your life began, mine ended
When you crumbled
I was there to pick up your remains
And put you back together.
How am I supposed to speak again?
I am nothing more than a trace
When it's noon, I disappear.
In the morning
I am tall and large
But still, a silenced voice.
In the evening
I grow wide and strong
But still, a silenced voice.
When it's dawn
And the sun starts to rise
I become smaller and smaller
I vanish. But nobody notices,
Not even you.
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