I plunged and plunged, but the clog did not budge
The water stood still and would not move
I lift weights and swim miles per week
But to this clog, my strength I could not prove
I was convinced it was just a matter of time
The water would flow if I kept up the fight
But exhausted, I threw down the plunger in disgust
And into the room came my shining knight
Yes, with three more plunges, the clog disappeared
The water started to circle the drain
I looked at him with a frustrated glance
And he said “At times a little help is the name of the game.”
How true is this in everyday life?
We hit our emotional clogs and can’t break free
We struggle to be strong and so invincible
But on our own, that freedom is impossible to see
Sometimes it takes another person
To be our strength when our hopes and confidence wane
A loving heart who is willing to plunge away our fears
A strong set of arms ready to remove our pain
Donna Cavanagh-MyVeryOwnFan.com