Built Up
I sweep up the dirt but it is still there.
Soon the handle to the broom breaks.
What am I supposed to do?
I decided to leave it there.
Days and days the dirt gets bigger and bigger.
Till it injures my Health.
Why didn’t I stop it before hand when I had the chance?
I try to use the broom again but it keeps breaking and breaking.
Then I finally allow myself to get help.
I allow my hands to help me out.
I guess we all need a helping hand.
When things become BUILT UP.
Copyright © Christina Wiliams | Year Posted 2013
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