[Poem] The Growing Ball

Throw a cold ball at the other person
A cold ball comes back from them too
As we keep throwing them back and forth, the cold ball
keeps getting bigger and bigger
The cold ball that has grown large
is hard and full of thorns
Every time the other person and I catch it
we become covered in bruises and wounds

Throw a warm ball at the other person
A warm ball comes back from them too
As we keep throwing them back and forth, the warm ball
keeps getting bigger and bigger
The warm ball that has grown large
is soft and smooth
Every time the other person and I catch it
we become filled with bright and happy feelings