You’ve stood tall and I marvel in your shadow
I watch seige engines of hate, vitriol, abuse, and harrasment hammer at your defenses.
You aren’t strong because your perfect.
Crenellations designed by a genius hand.
And not because you’re always okay
But because you’re still here.
You’ve stood the test of time.
Maybe to you it’s not a real accomplishment,
And it’s not worth celebrating.
Others have crumbled under less
But you still stand tall
And I look up to you everyday,
seeing in you peerless strenght