Strength From Overcast Skies
You were my rock,My trusted presence,
Sitting at the edge of my world.
Looking up at you,
like a cathedral in my horizon,
but close enough to touch,
you held me captive.
But you also blocked my view.
Then, the clouds that came
Stopped your shine
And turned me to ice,
An icy corpse, a shell of a person.
But that chill
forced me to grow,
Grow so big,
When I looked down
I could see your cracks.
My rock that once stood
So large, now
A grey pebble on the ground.
I saw that the valley
Below was deep.
I didn't see it before.
So I scooped up your tarnished
Nothing
And I threw you.
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