A while ago, I was comfortably placed on a shelf, far away from the edge.
However, day after day I inched closer to that scary edge, motivated by you.
One day, yesterday, I shattered, my pieces scattered all over the floor.
I thought my place had been taken; that I had been shoved out the way.
For a bit, I sat there, rolling around in my sharp and broken pieces as an act of self pity.
Picked up all my pieces
And put them back together.
Now, I'm comfortably sitting here on my shelf.
Comfortably sitting next to you.