Capital I

For years I wrote poetry with a lower case i
To show everyone how small I felt,
To proclaim my humility in a world of arrogance,
To display my meekness to God,
To show the words were as powerful as i,
and they were.
They were the softball sized cyst on my tailbone,
They were the granite, the planet,
if I fell--when I fell, lost gravity.
And so i was tiny, so was my voice
I read like I shook,
Looking for someone to save me,
Tell me the words were dope.
They could see through my absence
and frantically feel the despair,
because everything was there.
The kit and the kabooble,
The meow and the mix.