The Miners

They undermined me -
Those two - with their
High wide stance and
Intellect, the drip drip of
Chinese torture the excruciating
Chip of the chisellers
Chiselling at my being, and so
My foundation crumbled
And the rest of me fell
Down.

But now, piece by dark piece I have
Rebuilt my edifice and
My own rock beneath
Its face is stronger
Than the old one mined.

I have survived their
Sharpness, their critical tongues
And realised that I am
Bolstered by my own life's
Trials tried and won.

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