Rome

I was designed
with weakness,
with fatal flaws.
I shall fall,
kneel and bow,
to the strength
of my heart.
My head plays
a mere minor role
to smother the words,
to cover my mouth,
yet still finding a way
to let it all out.
I was built like Rome,
not in a day,
but over the course of
several years,
several mistakes,
several tears and
a hundred heartaches.
Unlike Rome,
I learned from the
experiences and people
who helped make me
and
I will not fall
To another.

Author's Note

A quick thought. I'll be posting again tonight with something hopefully more thought out.

Reviews

[Jessica]

You want the pic redrawn?

[t.m.]

In a way that might format for a tattoo better than on lined paper. But if you don't want to that's cool.

[t.m.]

Did you see the other one?

[Jessica]

I think I can do it. I did see the other one. It was cool.

[t.m.]

I'm going to redo it after some people decide whether or not to help with the project.

[Emily]

Very nice poem!
Well done!!

[t.m.]

Thank you very much!

[Corset]

I love the strength of determination and fortitude in this one.