Painting a world of your own,
Molding a statue – life,
Staring at the horizon,
Ready to take a dive,
The statue is small, withered,
It’s a fragile piece of art,
A vibrant reflection of a growing heart,
With time it grows into an imposing sight,
It overshadows all challenges,
Carries you with its power,
Protecting you like an undefeated tower.
Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain
I really enjoyed the poem. Great word choice.
Appreciate it.