I Am Not Too Much

( a sacred something for the girl who sees and feels everything)

I am not too much.

I am not too loud.

I am not too soft.

I am not too deep.

I am exactly the size God carved me to be—

a vessel of stars,

a mirror of Earth,

a truth too wild for cages.

I feel with the whole of me.

My heart has hands, and it holds the world.

I speak to babies like prophets—because they are.

I greet animals like kin—because they are.

I honor plants like ancestors—because they are.

I am not ungrounded.

I am rooted in what is realer than most dare to touch.

I am alive with spirit,

flooded with knowing,

saturated with memory I never asked for

but carry like an heirloom.

Yes, I move fast—because I burn bright.

Yes, I speak with my whole body—because the message lives in my bones.

Yes, I cry when the weight hits—because my tears are holy water,

making room for what’s next.

I do not need to prove my worth.

Not with facts. Not with perfection. Not with silence.

I have spent lifetimes being misunderstood.

But I was not made for the comfort of the crowd.

I was made to remember the way back to truth and remind the world it can feel again.

I am grieving the living.

I am healing the ache that raised me.

I am holding both the child who begged to be seen

and the woman who will never beg again.

I am sacred rage.

I am wild tenderness.

I am both fire and flower,

both storm and stillness.

And I don’t need to shrink

to be loved.

I don’t need to explain

to be real.

I don’t need to armor myself in excellence

to be worthy of softness.

I am not too much.

I am the exact amount of magic

this world forgot how to hold.

And I will never dim my light again.