Being pampered
Written by Abel Johnson Thundil
By Abel Johnson ThundilPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Worm
Finding it’s way through a doormat,
A maze.
Cursing it all its life.
Because it was the only life
He had known.
He thought the mat was limiting his freedom.
But it was protecting him
From dogs,
From weather,
From human feet.
Trying to get out.
Getting out.
But it couldn’t crawl on the marble floor.
It had stayed in the mat.
No.
It had become the mat.
It could never become
Itself.
Because ‘itself'
Was not given a chance to exist.
The worm
Wanted freedom.
Someone stepped on it
And it became free
Forever.
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