The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts

My Fragile Soul

I am the rocks

You are the ocean

I stand stoic and solid and

Strong

While you beat against me

Relentlessly

The damage can't be seen

I make sure of that

Yet

Little by little

Wave by wave

Day by day

You erode me

Until I am nothing

No more than a grain of sand

Or a memory of strength

I am a hollow shell

Though I look as strong as the others

I can be taken down far more easily

Of course,

You don't know this

And why would you

When all you look for is the immediate reaction

The gaping tears

The bullet wounds

Not the slow fraying

Of my fragile soul.