February 13, 1015 – Cephas

I thought I was stone
Rock like my name
But i am clay bricks
Held together by mortar
A fragile blend of sand
That corodes with pain
And falls in the heavy rain
But I’m still standing
An edifice worthy of passersby
That stood through storm
And learned to stay dry

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