Preston Sanders
While every letter serves a purpose, the weight finds itself resting on T.
While T carries itself with a sense of pride and commitment, still the weight lingers in the back of its mind.
T reaches its destination faster than any other letter,
but it does not recognize its own fragility.
Other letters admire and are inspired, but they do not recognize T’s inner turmoil.
T carries the weight of the world in its arms, it will not tip from side to side.
T wants balance,
but it need not share alone.
Ever so eager, T will always go where it’s needed.
Both guider and seeker, T is a symbol for all letters.
Its knowledge ever-growing.
As time goes on, T has an inner realization.
The weight has grown far too much. T’s arms are lopsided.
The worst fear finally becoming reality.
Its reservations aside, T opens to others.
Even its most tense rival in the letter H is there to answer the call.
Together they talk for hours, and the weight seems to ease.
The arms again lie perfectly balanced.
T has finally found its release.
The next days which bloom with T’s happiness, are met with a newfound connection to the world.
No longer feeling such isolation and pressure, T continues to be an anchor.
But now other letters seem true.
From A to Z the balance is reached, days which spring to months, and months that spring to years.
T has no burden.
Its sense of connection with others is stronger than ever before.
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