Little Thing
Poor little thing,
Your weakness lies within your strength.
Presenting as a monument,
So strong and assuring,
No one bothered checking
For those cracks in the porcelain.
They saw the sculpture
But not the fragility of the material.
If only you had been a little more
Shaky,
A little less sound.
A second sooner,
Someone might have caught you
Before you crumbled.
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