My Trophy, Your Trophy
A Poem on Prioritizing Needs
I'm sure that you're familiar with the way airline stewards and stewardesses teach us to always wear life-saving jackets for ourselves, before helping our family members to do so, in the event of an emergency. It's a sensible notion, considering that our family members have a better chance of survival if we're there to help them.
And that's enough reason to prioritize our needs. Of course, we have to ensure that those of others do not fall behind.
How do we put ourselves first without putting others last? It's a delicate balance of empathy, self-awareness, and communication. At times,our needs take priority because we are vital to the existence and well-being of others.
A certain amount of self-awareness is necessary because we need to know when the opposite is true.
A trophy is an apt symbol for priorities, both ours and others.
Enjoy these cinquains.
Trophy
Win for the self
Sometimes vital for the health
Success, survival and wellness
Of all
Trophy
Win for others
A prize won by a friend
The success of another soul
Is ours.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (2)
I like it - success for another is also for us!!
Wow wow wow!