It endures
The slightest touch, tears the bond
Layered with loose thread
Apart it falls, only pieces remain
Of those it anchored on
Slimy, they become
Grip loosen, altered fate it holds
Still on, hope lost
It carries the voice
Within lies a cruel tone
Breaks that which it builds,
At last a footing, but cracks below
Remains at a spot
Not a step, not a progress
Balancing its weight
To mend that which it crashed
To cut that which strapped it down
Blunt as it seemed, it endures
Blunt yet it endures.
It will sharpen,
edge by edge,
and carve its way up.