In the Mud

Rose Abrilith

I know that I carry much on my shoulders.

It feels as though I carry thousands of boulders,

But please, do not worry for me.

I'd hate for you to scrape your knee,

Or to stub your toes,

Or muddy your clothes,

Trying to carry this weight with me.

So for your sake, please,

Forget about helping me.

I am infinitely grateful that you choose to stay,

But, I'll cause you no problems if I just keep away,

I'd fear to use you as a stepping stone,

So through a smile I'll make known

that, no thank you, I can do this on my own.

Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 27th, 2025 11:05
Independence is the theme of this poem. A polite declining of help. Nicely stated
Poetic Licence July 27th, 2025 11:54
That's a lovely way to say thank you for your offer of help but I am going to do this on my own, enjoyed the read
Tony36 July 27th, 2025 12:29
Excellent write
Spencer Wilhelm July 27th, 2025 22:11
Relatable response to the previous poem, but I find it interesting that that which seems humble often is the most prideful thing we can do.
Spencer Wilhelm July 27th, 2025 22:11

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.