Move Me

Can you do it?

Can you move me?

What’s the point?

I bet you can’t. Move me!

Are these tears of joy or tears of defeat?

Move me.

Tomorrow never comes. Yesterday will never come again.

Move me.

My body is tired. My mind is cloudy.

Move me.

I see others movements. Good for them.

Good or bad. Move me!

Walk with me. By my side.

Move with me?

MOVE!

It’s not fair to ask this of you.

You can’t move me.

Published by Chico’s Mom

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