So light, delicate.
But under its weight trees crack.
Roofs collapse. Hearts fail.
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So light, delicate.
But under its weight trees crack.
Roofs collapse. Hearts fail.
Eyelids flutter, close.
Sounds recede. Meeting drags on.
My snore wakes me up.
Do what you’re called to
do. Though it may result in
failure, no regrets.
Don’t sell yourself short.
Those who can’t see your worth chew
your soul to pieces.