The Little Things

By Jiana Shah

“You should speak more” 

they said.

But what if no one listens?

The walls were better listeners than them.

It’s the little things that matter.

From forgetting my birthday 

to forgetting my presence,

it’s the little things that matter

The pillow

cordially inviting my tears,

the tears that they caused,

the pain that they inflicted.

It’s the little things that matter.

Like how

a few people can turn into a crowd, 

a few droplets can turn into an ocean,

the little things

the building blocks 

have now built a wall around my heart.

But,

wounds heal,

walls break.

All you need is someone willing to break it,

willing to heal the wound,

little by little.

The encaged heart, now freed

has learnt 

the walls don’t have to be your only listeners.

After all,

It’s the little things that matter.

By Jiana Shah