The Companion – Poem

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

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Emily
Emily
3 years ago

I really enjoyed the poem. Great word choice.