Dark as the sun
Bright as the night
Four columns standing
As strong as their might
A beautiful house on top
Turn from bright to dark shades of color
My eyes formed drops of puddles below my feet
Fire starts to burn the inside of the house
All the most precious memories became smoke
Wind starts to go east instead of west
And slowly the angry wind knocks over three columns
I start to pump up my chest
And through my blood
I poured away the fire
The house on top
Of the column
Turn from dark to bright
Even though there are only, but only one column
And it's me I am standing with might and dignity
but I am one person who changed directions
Even when I have doubted myself
Therefore even though I struggled with life
I will walk and I would do whatever it takes to live, smile, and totally be me.
I am but one column, I am strong, I am own perfection, and I am the dignity of my
own family, I AM ME
©DarkX474 poet
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