If the world was a pincushion,
would I be a needle?
One that allegedly likes to stick out.
If the world was a flower,
would I be a petal?
One that symbols gentleness no doubt.
If the world was an ocean,
would I be a sea rock?
One that lies at the abyss of the dark.
If the world was the sky
would I be a bird, one that' s free-spirited; that white-speckled lark.
If the world was my life,
would I be its virtue?
One cacoon of family, friends, and endless love.
Yekaterina Bezpalaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/formed-to-many-molds/
