Tectonic Forces
I was once a pebble
Small and fragile
People’s words were like ocean water
Washing over me effortlessly
Their criticism smoothed my edges
Wore me down
I wanted to rises up to form a mountain
Proud and sturdy
Peoples words too small to move me
My summit glistening for all to see
Unafraid of judgement
First I became a hiker
Overcoming rocky land
Steep sides
That I was once afraid of
Now I am a mountain
Tall and strong
Ready to take on the world
This poem is about:
Me
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