The Crumbling Tower

Think happy thoughts,

That’s what I’ve been taught,

The days are long,

But I’m not so strong,

With each passing hour,

More debris from the tower,

The fortress of my mind,

Only dust is left behind,

As it crumbles to the ground,

With no audible sound,

Even knowing about the ruin,

I keep doing what I’m doing,

Plodding on ’til the bitter end,

Given a boost as I’ve found a friend.

Just in case it was missed, the point of this poem is that some things can be too much for one person and going alone can cause more harm than good. The support of others is important, even if we can physically do it alone.

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