Glass Canon
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You're right
I was the strong one
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But only in the way a glass canon is
Fragile and thin, fracturing at the slightest bit of pressure
Shattering silently on the surface as the ammunition released itself into the fray
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I was the strong one
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But only in the way the water shakes against the ground during an earthquake
Unable to control its body as it adapted to the chaos surrounding itself
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But what is strength if not the roots of a tree planting itself deep into the ground?
Of the evergreen tree rising tall in the midst of a storm?
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What you saw as strength turned into nothing more than uncontrollable power.
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You're right
I was the strong one
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Strong in your eyes
But in reality weak to the pressures around me.
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I don't want to be weak anymore.
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Jan. 28, 2024
