It's just a little one. Not a huge problem Totally solvable When I get around to dealing with it Won't take anytime to flatten it back down At all It's just a little one. Tiniest of bumps Nothing serious surely Hardly even notice it Next time I'm at the docs I must mention it If I recall It's just a little one. Only a passing thing Barely worth calling a habit I can leave it behind anytime I like And it's not really something bad or wrong After all And I turn around Look up in surprise Can't believe my eyes Where did those looming peaks come from? How the heck did they swell so fast And I oblivious To the rising wall? Or perhaps They haven't grown at all What if it's I Who've dwindled? Shrinking of decisiveness Diminishment of self care Erosion of discipline Have imperceptibly Lessened me Ground me down to a speck of myself And I face Everest level mountaineering When once to me As once I was It was just a little one Now it's I that's small.
[THAW Creative Challenge, Weekend #2: mountains or molehills]