We Start Out Small, We are Weak, We End Up Small

    Born as mere lumps, fully formed

    Most of us with all our body parts

    Less developed

    But we grow day by day, week by week

     

    We become sentient in a superior sense, some of us

    Some of us less.

    We feel times of superiority and euphoria

    We grow and change, adapt

    We take blows, mental and physical,

    We must adapt, we must change, we must evolve

    Grow.

    Take the blows

    Hold on to our body parts, our limbs

    Or not.

    And move on.

    Keep going.

    Don't end things, like a few friends I have had.

    Colleagues

    Buddies.

    So sad; we must not give in, give up.

    Stay strong! Move on, go along.

    Let the millions of cells and molecules and nerves and parts of your body and soul

    Work for you, for others, for the life that it was intended to be

    Let all the sum of your parts work for your good.

    Let them add to the intricacies and webs of networks and programs and systems

    Combine and become the masterful self that you are, that you should be.

    Not so small.

    Big enough.

    Big enough.

    Then, grow old, as you may so if you are so blessed graced gifted.

    Be small again. In some ways as you were years before.

    But weathered.

    Tested.

    Experienced.

    Normalized.

    And small.

    yet, significant.