*Terrible analogy alert*
If you were a cardboard box what would it say?
(Feel free to abandon me after that very weak start.)
This side up?
Handle with care?
Pots and pans?
I think mine might say all of those things.
I am fragile.
I’m often on the verge of breaking. If I were to continue this box analogy then I would say that I’ve been wrapping myself up tightly with too much tape.
Trying to hold lots of stuff in.
This way up. Which way up? How do I get back up again?
Heavy! Heavy heart sometimes. Other times just a general heaviness that leaves me exhausted.
Handle with care. Hell yeah. That would be very wise advice. It probably has a double meaning too.
Handle me cautiously. Be kind. Take care of me.
Also be careful for your own safety because I’m sometimes unstable. Not as solid as I should be. Sometimes wobbly.
If I was a box though right now I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
I’m stuck in a corner being ignored waiting for a more convenient time to unpack.
Or maybe I am lost somewhere having been delivered to the wrong place in error.
Or am I circling around a conveyor belt at an airport with my contents spilling out for all to see making it difficult to gather me up.
Or maybe I was mistakenly put in the Pots and Pans box as an after thought.
Lost right where I’m supposed to be.