Interesting
how something so strong
like, for example, a tree,
can withstand wind and rain and horrible storms
but can fall with a few swings of an axe.
However,
I am not a tree.
Interesting, then,
that I can stand through it all
with my head held high
but a few words from one person
have broken me.
Interesting
that I have been insulted
and attacked
and I have not moved an inch
but only a few words
have reduced me to rubble.
Interesting
that I have always been mature
and logical
and reasonable
and yet one person
has made me feel like a helpless child.
Interesting
how I can smile all day long
and cry myself to sleep at night.
Interesting, isn't it?
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
