Hard
I try to build my walls,
Bricks and stones,
Tales and thoughts.
Hard
I toil to make them hold.
Strong on the outside,
To conceal the child within,
The fairy from a dark realm,
A pearl from humanity…
The world
Rages with its arrows,
Spears and swords,
Cracking my shell,
And hard,
I toil to repair it,
To heal the wounds.
But no matter how hard I try
The shell keeps cracking,
For the toughest cracks
Are those that come from within!
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