There's a wall in front of me.
Too tall to climb.
No room to crawl under.
Too long to go around.
All I have is a plastic spoon.
So I chip away at the wall.
I've been chipping away for years.
The wall keeps getting thicker.
But then I realized:
I am not alone.
I am surrounded by people, each with their own spoon, just waiting for me to ask for help.
So I do.
I ask.
And they help.
I am not alone.
Author's Note: I am a therian, and I have four theriotypes; a leopard, an owl, a dolphin, and a horse. Because of this, I have the nickname, "Lowldorse".
(Sometimes)
Life just seems much too hard
(Sometimes)
I don't want to go on
(Sometimes)
I feel like it's impossible-
Immovable walls surround me
(Sometimes)
I don't understand other folks-
I love you yet
I can’t stand you
I need you yet
I push you away
I treasure you yet
I want to leave
You’re a liar who
Broke my heart
And
You’re the very thing that might
Comments
I don't know if you've ever heard of this but there's an analogy many therapists use about "spoons," or units of energy, that you start out with in a day, with each subsequent task using up a number of said spoons until your energy is fully spent. This reminded me of that, and I read it with that in mind. (I wouldn't be surprised if it was on your mind while writing!) You and your one plastic spoon against the wall, energy low, but everyone coming in with their own reserve of energy to get you where you need to go... Whether you intended to evoke the spoon theory or not, it adds amazing dimension and double-meaning to this piece!
Yeah. I’ve heard the spoon analogy quite a bit, and it was something that played a big role in how I wrote this poem.
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