Poem: Stop Searching.

Would you be satisfied

If I squeezed myself

Into a ball

For you to use for

kick-ups?

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Would you be delighted

If I only ever

Folded backwards,

Always available for your

Special kind of

Push-ups?

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Would you like me

To throw out my shoes

So I can only walk on tiptoe,

And be largely unobtrusive

To your little ego?

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Like tears in the rain,

Your answers mean nothing,

And I will stop searching in vain,

For light where darkness remains.

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Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2019.