Small voice loud
Thumbalina sat
waiting on her sill,
dreaming of the outside
that she could only view.
Wondering why her,
why must she
be a prisoner of a life of
miniature confinement.
A little spec of joy
in a big, big world of oblivion.
The seasons change
with monstrous, lengthy hours
that contrast the quick breaths
of her frail existence.
All she wanted
was to be free.
To explore;
to linger and observe and see.
All she wanted
was for someone
to hear her small voice loud;
to sweep her off her feet
and make her feel
taller than the mountains.
All she wanted to do
was to spread wings
and fly.