All of my life I’ve tried to be big,
As big as the life I’ve been given.
But the truth is I’m small,
I easily fall,
More often feel pushed than driven.
I pause to consider my place in this world,
So hard to find a tether.
I flail about
My strength giving out
Surrounded by inclement weather.
I have no answer my fate pre-assigned
My destiny hangs in the balance
I drift on each day
My vessel asway
Lacking the much needed ballast.
Oh where will life take me, what choice do I have?
I plead to the Gods to show me.
Impatient I stand
My heart in my hand
With hope that one day I will know me.
2 comments:
Some objects are much larger than they appear. You strike me as a highly concentrated substance.
Not small at all, actually.
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