She was this kind of tree only I could climb
This type of mountain only I could hike
My fragile wine glass
Smashable egg
Frail light bulb
I had to take care of her
Others saw her as a rough road
They couldn’t trek
A kinda storm they couldn’t stand
So delicate flower petals they couldn’t tend to.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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