From the destruction of a past
I built new foundations
so that you could fly beyond the walls
that had enclosed me.
And you soared.
While I remained
chipping down brick by brick
the life I never spoke aloud.
#tinywinterpoem prompt from Beth Kempton : Built
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Alot here, in few words - beautiful
Oh such an ache in the recognition Kathleen. This is beautiful.