The Breaking of a Dam

Cold, strong, and fierce -

for myself I was enough.

Mighty tall and proud,

resilient to the outside world - tough.

Built with foundations well forged,

to withstand the heavy storm

and patiently… hold.

More than you can imagine,

I had the capacity to contain.

The deepest and darkest waters,

I had the humility to retain.

And with every rain that poured,

I filled myself up even more.

Still stood strong …to hold.

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