People don't realize this tower is fragile Guffawing, they thump around its slim figure The tower, obedient, stands in center Outside, it's sturdy and inside, it trembles I wonder what they would do if they knew that One whisper could render its fierce toppling So it would collide with the ground With a sonorous sound That would be the end of the fragile tower Thank you for reading! If you like my poem, please don't be afraid to give it a share. Comments are always welcome and I love hearing your thoughts. Question: When was a time you felt fragile but the people around you couldn't see that?
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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