Together, we are stronger
Your words, not mine
The plurality of the pronoun
Represents all of your selves
For there is nothing left of me
There must have been a yesterday
When I encouraged you to grow
Nurtured you with my light
While I found solace
Rooted in the soil
At your feet
But you took
More than I could give
And still you needed more
I dug myself in deeper, down, down, down
Lost my light to the depths
Of your domination
And still you grew
Stronger
YOU ARE READING
Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
