The Land of Poems

The stronger you are, the bigger the reason why you fall

Some might say that I'm brave.
They might say that I don't easily cave.
They might say that I stand on my own grave.

But with all that strength comes a weakness,
Because it leaves a crack in the wall,
That gets bigger and bigger with each wave.

The thought of something happening that can never be erased.
The thought that I have never felt pain.
What is it like? And how do you know it came?
Nothing brings me down,
And that is the problem,
Because I find myself hiding behind the curtain,

Being afraid to step out,
Stand out,
Stand proud.

I just know that it's lurking in the shadows.
It's beating on my window like droplets of water-
Ready to come after me and then die with laughter.

So I can't just run and look after.
I have to wait and study my prey.
Although I know not of what awaits me behind the bushes,
In the shadows or in the storm,
But I know it's coming,
And it will be the end of me all.

Me the gaint.
Me the wall.
Like the wall of Jericho I will fall.