Poem: Puddle

Water dripping down the wall.

Staring as it spills over the floor.

Just looking but cannot move.

The puddle starts to get bigger, and you do not see it as a problem.

This is just an obstacle that life throws your way.

One that may cause some troubles, but this journey will be okay.

Those are the things you say, but deep down not the things you mean.

This has become your way of life.

Obstacles come and hit you with things that always try to make you break.

This is one that has made a crack into the celling.

That you are watching slowing break open.

Hoping that the glue will make it last a little bit longer.

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