A greek statue I built up.
Strong, with character.
Glorified, enamelled.
Built to last centuries.

Arms stretched out,
they could bear the weight of the world.
Legs, sturdy,
Anchor for the genius.

Chest broad,
Wide with generosity;
Head raised up,
ready to face the world.

Rains came,
soiled the marble.
Winds ate away
At the marble crumbs

The earth shook,
Fault lines on the statue,
Just the same as,
Fault lines on the earth.

Fires burned away,
tainting the skin.

The cycle repeated.

The statue betrayed its truth,
The sand that it was.

I grew up,
realized the man that I was.