The struggle

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....

The struggle

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