Grain of Rice

by STEPHANIE VON BULOW - January 12, 2021



It seems as if I am a grain of rice.

Such a simple little thing.

Dropped. Forgotten.


One day to be found in the corner of the kitchen.

Such a forlorn little thing.

Alone I am feeble and weak.


As I grow, I drown.

Such a pitiful little thing.

Gasping for air.


I don’t weigh a bit,

Such an empty little thing,

So small in stature.


Together with other grains I have strength.

Such a mighty little thing.

I yearn to be more.

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