Poetry

I’m an Ant

I must protect those I love.

Be strong

Stare danger the face

No matter what the costs.


How do I do that though?

I feel so small

They make me feel strong

Yet, it doesn’t last long

Then I am back to feeling like an ant

Avoiding people treading on me


My biggest fear

Is that when the time comes,

I will remain an ant

I won’t grow to be powerful

Just remain a small tiny ant.

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