A lone, Greek column
Standing on a hill
Cracked, weathered,
Leaning
But once
Part of a family
Who held up
The sky
One by one
They fell
Cracking, crumbling
Only rubble left
Or carried
Harvested
Piece-by-piece
Towards new purpose
Leaving me
Standing alone
Cracked, weathered,
Leaning
With no one
To share
The weight
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I recently re-watched Frida, the movie about Frida Kahlo. In it, they showed many of her paintings, but The Broken Column has been stuck in my mind. Frida may have created this painting to give her physical pain a space. Loneliness can be just as brutal to bear.
