The crackle and snap,

the hiss and buckle,

my back straight,

my soul cracked.

foundations shake but hold,

yet still, a shiver runs beneath my walls.

I am too young to see my fate,

and yet I am afraid to wait.

I feel the pulse of things unknown,

the shadows welcome, aged stone,

a laugh, a tear, a wail of rage,

the lost words of wisdom’s sage.

the ragged blows,

the quiet deaths so barely felt

that leave the greater scars unmended.

I speak without being heard,

listen without understanding,

My body cries under the weight,

my mind torn, my soul strained.

I can’t continue as I am,

but surrender is not within my nature,

to bow out in shame,

or in pride stand, till I break?

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