Do You Keep Yourself Small?

Some days I wonder how long
I’ve kept myself small.

How many times I’ve chosen safety over
the wild, trembling possibility of more.

But the ache is louder now.
The longing to unfold is stronger
than the fear of what might happen next.

I’m not rushing.
I’m just listening.

And when I’m ready,
I’ll trust myself enough to bloom.

Writing Prompt:

Where in your life are you still holding yourself tightly closed?
What would it feel like to bloom — even just a little?