The struggle

• Posted by: Angelina F
• Created: June 1, 2017
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I move it, bend it, straighten it, twist it round.....

no use

this thing is so inflexible

I take a deep breath,

again we go......

More strength, greater effort

tenaciously I hold on and give this all I have...

No use...

It keeps its shape.

Tired....

My power is not stronger than its will...

I take a deep breath

As the suns rays land on my weary face,

I see a clearing...

and there it is....

so much busyness, so much worrying,

My beautiful boy has taught me this..

He dances only to his song as he warms the world around him....

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