I am a rock.
I stand still
very still.
I do not move until I am pushed
or told to do so.
I make my own decisions.
Rocks.
Tall, big, and strong.
It’s true.
I have a weakness
I can break into pieces,
I can still go back up to where I am right now.
Taller.
Bigger.
Stronger.
by Alyssa Vincente