Go Away Spell

I hear your tiny fingers shuffle against the textured walls, trying to feel for a crack to slide into and hide from the fact that you are still too small to make big changes. It is the same for many, for most, that can not move mountains or make headway and simply decide to sit quietly in anger and wait for anything to cut enough to create an outburst. I feel your eyes stare into the room as you smell the candles cast the scent of vanilla and sulfur into the doorway. Welling from within, emotions rise and fall with ears strained and weary bones ready to stop and sneak back to sleep. It is different for you to be without a voice, to be outside of decision and determination in these matters of heart and home. This is hard to be small and quiet in a loud and large part of your world.