looking at my arms and legs
they were never really
the length i'd hoped
they'd grow.
struggle
always seemed to come out
of this predicament
but
I had family.
A family of giants
who could all,
individually,
catch fish with ease
or pick the freshest fruit from the highest tree.
they never forgot,
though, about their dwarf
of a brother-
they protected me
like I was one of their own.
they loved me, and i loved them back.
most of the time, anyways
i can't blame them
for mistakenly
stepping on a dwarf's pride
self-worth
self-confidence
because a dwarf could never really
assert his presence as well.
where would i be without them, the giants?
where would i be without them?
without them?
i'm nothing.
just one of those 3am thoughts.