The Difference
This poem describes the difference between my brother and myself. I need control and I try to direct my life in the way I want it to go. He has always just let life happen to him and watched as it crumbled.
There’s a difference
between
you and me.
It’s the tools
that we use
to draw with.
I use pastels
that I spread
with my fingers.
You use watercolors
that run
from your brush.
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