As the youngest of five , my worth was labelled
As a futile attempt , trivial and disheveled
I carried the least burden on my shoulders
I should have been happy but i felt disabled
The world seemed to be working fairly correct
My presence it seemed had no effect
Chubby and little was my impression
And that was the basis for my poor respect
I was the target of the bumps along the way
I reasoned with my siblings to not lead me astray
But alas as fate has it i hit myself hard
In the side table set aside just for display
But as i was bandaged the world seemed strange
Strangely unordered , uncertainly arranged
The sense of perception and balance it seemed
Had after my accident been vaguely changed
It took me a few days back to heal
My self esteem grew, i could feel
Maybe i did have a purpose in this world
The little toe was no longer a fifth wheel
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
