I rest on the shelf until you need me

Till Hell freezes over, I will be there, wishing and waiting

for someone to choose me.

When anyone needs me,

I am sitting right there.

And on the days you do need me, I welcome you with open arms.

I am a cozy home.

The scent that smacks you in the face as you walk into your grandparents house on

Christmas Eve.

The joy you feel when you notice the freshly baked snickerdoodles sitting on the table.

The smiles and welcoming hellos.

I am strong.

I can be used as a treatment.

     giving advice to a friend talking about how she is being

     emotionally abused.

     befriending the boy who has been sitting alone at lunch

     every day.

I am all of these amazing and wonderful things,

but I also have the ability to be dangerous.

Many people do not know this about me but I can cause liver damage and increased heart rate. I am often neglected and overlooked. I can cause destruction to others and myself. Because I sit and I sit and I give and I give, one day I may just erupt. Because no one is the person I can go to for advice. Because no one is my warm, welcoming smile. Because no one is my person who is like a home to me, no one is the person I can vent all of my feelings to. And because no one is my “cinnamon”, I choose to be everyone else's.