Zenith, Broken
thoughts on a barefoot bush walk
Great and mighty boulder of hard stone
Who formed your size and power?
By what hand and for what purpose?
Have you been here since the beginning?
Yet, still in your greatness you have broken
What chance then do I have to remain whole?
If one as you has been cracked and split by the world
Compared to your countless years standing
My days are mere grains of sand falling
How did you break? What force did this to you?
What would that same force do to me?
For next to you I am tiny, small … nothing
Yet I am still standing, damaged but whole
Truly even the timeless greatness of stone
Is not beyond breaking and cracking from life
But I remain here … somehow not broken
For there is no rock like our solid rock
No rock like our God
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Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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Comments (3)
This was extremely profound and very powerful! Loved your poem so much!
Somehow not broken! This was so good.
Very powerful! Loved the symbolism.