by Rachel Vilencia on Wednesday, June 2, 2010 at 12:24am
I am weakest in my strength
My wall of volcanic stone
Porous and impenetrable
Purified by fires
Lit by friend and foe
Designed to test my mettle
Now hardened over time
Unable to just feel
Or be sufficiently felt
A caravan of "baggage"
Thrown onto the pyre
Becomes the sediment that builds
My weakest strength
Hidden behind a plastic smile
Atop this unsustainable mountain
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