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I held my small beautiful thing in my hand Precious pure perfection Oh how it brought me joy You asked me “May I see what you are holding?” I responded “Of course my dear friend.” You blissfully beheld its shimmering shine. For a moment you were speechless. I felt you understood. I wrapped my small beautiful thing Placed it carefully away Sharing it with you made me feel special Every day you asked me about it I had hoped you would forget about it You said “Such beauty should be shared with the world!” I did fancy fame and fortune. I remembered how special I felt when I shared it with you. My small beautiful thing grew Somehow it changed It was not itself anymore As my ego expanded My inner self shrank becoming small Everything I had went to protecting my large beautiful thing I could no longer hold it in my hand Then one day, or should I say in the night A stealthy stranger stole it He hid it far away It became small again It prefers it that way I cried and felt relief at the same time. Without it I found my privacy I felt myself graciously grow. As days passed I thought “Maybe it was never really my small beautiful thing.” In the end that’s okay. Photo from ShutterStock.
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