Poem: A small ball

I am weak

Too hot!

I roll myself into a small ball

And onto your palms

You pick me up

Care for me

In the shade of your words

In the serenity of your pondering

I cool down

I gain my strength

Then, I pick myself up

Able now to do

What I’d been too weak to do.

What I knew I had to do

All along

I can do now


About the poem:

You don’t have to be strong or smart all the time. But if when you are weak, you acknowledge this and go to friends that you know are good with what you need, you’ll be fine. As I did today, as I am today.

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