295. The Short Straw

We often grow from the shortness of the straw

that life has handed us; though it doesn’t hurt any less. 

In life, the straw always bends in every which direction, 

even when we believe we are at our very best.

We sometimes forget that we are human,

and we don’t often realize it, but we’re never alone.

We forget that each one of us has a human heart,

and that this is the only home that we’ve ever known. 

We may fight, we may argue. We may love… or hate. 

We may pray, or we may simply let fate lead the way.

There are many things that people from all over feel,

and although we’re not perfect now, we will be some day.

Humans create the world, as well as we destroy it. 

We destroy what we love, and we love what we destroy.

I always wished there’d be a way to break that cycle,

but soon I, too, became a victim to the pattern’s ploy. 

It is all because there are no long straws in life.

All the straws are short, no matter which one you choose,

So why not appreciate the one that you picked?

Because, nobody else chooses your hand but you,

They’ve all chosen the short straw, too.