Small things are no matter,

Not the noise, not the chatter.

No matter those moments,

And their minority components.

Like a pebble on the shore,

Only trouble when there's more.

In it's solitude it's harmless,

A safe and sure calmness.

But when such pebbles are vast

And their presence are cast.

Leaves destruction in its wake,

In erosion that's no mistake.

And so in life we can see,

How small things can be.

Not a problem on their own,

Just an issue when they've grown.

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Karen Burns is 49 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.