Broken in million pieces!!!
Did I slip, was I pushed, both?
Experts glued me together.
Barely could see the fine cracks covered by make-up
All that mattered was the illusion of perfection, after all.
Again and again and again,
The “accident.” repeated: pushed, slipped, fell…
Ambulance, surgery, fixed by the experts…
I know the play by heart, I could do it alone,
Be the hero of my own play.
By habit, I trip, I fall on a hard floor,
The pain is great, the floor hard,
But not harder than the core of me!
I look around:
No surgery or experts.
Only a wall. An object with no feelings.
I lean against it
I think the advantage was I didn’t have to thank
An inanimate object!
What a relief!
Slowly, I leaned on it and pulled myself up.
I knew I wasn’t required, and no one cared,
Yet, I head my own voice scream in my own ears: “Thank You, WALL!”
My lips touched the rough cold cement.
No one heard,
No one cared,
The wall was ungrateful!
My ears felt numb,
My lips bleeding.
I was happy to have done the right thing,
Not because it mattered to others,
But because it mattered to me.
I respected myself enough to
Follow the flexibility of my consciousness.
I cared not what the world might think
But how my heart felt
When doing what was right!
My core might be frail enough to break,
Life required flexibility and foolish people
Didn’t comprehend the difference
Between weakness and flexibility.
To survive one must flexible.
Weakness, will kill you!
Simple to tell the difference…
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