Steel Standing

[thekenosis]

Planted.

Ankle-deep in concrete,

But nothing’s harder than my heart.

There’s something proud about rust -

Like telling the rain

“Looks don’t matter;

Appearances can be deceiving.”

I am the coldest red.

Colder than the long winter’s night

Cold for being lone

And prone…

You couldn’t hope to build with me,

So you build on me.

I carry so much.

If Isaiah’d known

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[expressedinword]

You've been gone awhile. How're things, Cappy?