unwanted marble

I was handed a marble. It's clear with curls of blue along its insides. It was cold when I first touched it, but has seemed to have taken some of my heat. It's hard and round, although its shape doesn't matter too much to me. I didn't ask for the marble, but I took it anyway. Now I can't let go of it. I can't even set it down without fear of it rolling away and never coming back. This small marble that didn't even exist to me over five minutes ago is already telling me what to do.

Marbles come in all shapes and sizes, colors and patterns, and even in different textures. It seems, though, I've stumbled upon a bad marble. Maybe it was handed to me at the wrong time, or maybe it's the wrong marble; either way, I can tell it's not good. This marble is harder than I am. It could easily do more damage to me than I could ever do to it. I wish I knew what troubles would come with the marble when it was handed to me.

For some reason I respect the marble, no one told me to, but it seemed like that was the right thing to do. My marble is cold, too cold, and it takes my heat all too often without asking. I'm so afraid of losing this marble. I have to have it because it was handed to me; or maybe I was given to it. It's aggressive, in a very subtle way though.

My brother and I have the same marble; there isn't two, we share it. He is not nearly as fond of our marble as I am; he doesn't like the marble, and he doesn't care about it either. He doesn't see what I do; and even though the marble is hard and seems almost transparent, I know that it's not. I know it's harshness is blocking something softer; that must be what those curls of blue are. They're hidden emotions and feelings, ones that were once told they were forbidden to ever show, but it's hard seemingly clear exterior doesn't care.

It's just a marble. Hard, round, cold, and no bigger than my knuckle. It's clear, with blue curls that might be inside of it. It's just a stupid marble that does absolutely nothing for me or my life. It's nothing, and I know it's nothing, but for some reason I find myself wishing it was more than that.