the small voice seemed to say as if stumbling on an epiphany.
Then the surprise gave way to sadness,
as if finding out Santa wasn’t real
and realizing that I’m not as important to others as I thought I was.
A child’s soul trapped in a thirty-six-year-old body,
I’m finding out more and more every day
that we all have to prove to everyone
the reason for our existence
isn’t merely to take up space
and twinkle like pretty Christmas lights.