Built Up Poem by Christina J. Williams

I sweep up the dirt but it is still there.
Soon the handle to the broom breaks.
What am I supposed to do?

I decided to leave it there.

Days and days the dirt gets bigger and bigger.
Till it injures my Health.

Why didn't I stop it before hand when I had the chance?

I try to use the broom again but it keeps breaking and breaking.

Then I finally allow myself to get help.
I allow my hands to help me out.

I guess we all need a helping hand.
When things become BUILT UP.