Stronghold Poem by Dislocated Heart

I am the stronghold,
the fortress of all.
The towers of tears,
as I collect them all.

I am the shoulder,
the hope for mankind.
I am the number,
you dial when all else has failed.

To you,
I am a weapon.
I am wisdom.
I am all you need me to be.

Yet,
for you.. I will be strong,
as I crumble with each step.
I shall be your hold,
while I hold on to nothing else.
I shall be the collector of sorrow..
as I am draining myself out.
I shall be the lover,
as you take what is left of me.
I shall be it all...
for it is simply what you need.

I am your Stronghold.

Who shall be mines?