Me

There is a small point inside of me that seems to be where all things come
It is so small that I wonder how so much can come out of it
All of me and everything I know is contained within this little spot

Like Merlin's bag, you can put anything inside no matter how big
It contains the universe and there is still room for more
It is where I draw my strength and where I put my tears

How can it do all this and still remain so small, almost unperceivable
How does it hold all my dreams and fears and not get bigger
How does it do its little magic act and how did it get there to begin with