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The Tiny Warrior

Yes, i’m a tiny fragment

a fragile shiny grain

kissed and cradled by the brine

i endure the splashing waves

i survive your footsteps

i’m brittle but i treasure a gem

i have no destination, though

i remember from where i came;

they blasted my gigantic frame

disintegrated me to a crumbly fame

corroded by the gushing cascade

yet i thrived, i survived, i didn’t fade

i prayed and hoped for polished days

now, i’m embraced by the frothy ebbs

i never gave up on life’s game

i relish my new self, though, a bit maimed

my battle continues for i’m not only a soldier, a fighter

I’m a proud survivor.

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