If I were tiny and fragile,
If I were gentle, small and vulnerable,
Maybe you would take me to your arms,
Embrace and protect me.
I’m not tiny and fragile,
I’m not gentle, small and vulnerable.
Yet still I break and I bleed,
I hurt and I fear.
I long for embrace, protection and warmth.
But I am not small, tiny and gentle…
Alenka H., 2021 (?), translation