Goliath
- Elizabeth Towers
- Apr 25
- 1 min read
by Elizabeth Towers
when i was a child i was given a pebble
everyone said that the pebble wouldn't grow
that it would stay the same size, but they lied
and the pebble grew larger with each
encounter i had within my own head.
as time passed the pebble turned into a rock
and the rock turned to stone.
now the stone is a boulder, resting heavily
on my chest as i walk around, doing life.
at some point along the way when the pebble was still small
it turned invisible and people stopped commenting
on how i carried it with me.
they didn't realize that the pebble was me
that the pebble was grief
that the pebble was everything a little girl
had to carry inside and wrestle within her own mind.
now the boulder threatens to crush me but i
resist it and grow stronger because
i refuse to be brought down by a pebble
even when it seems like life is aiming
one thousand slingshots directly at me.
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Elizabeth Towers is a writer from Michigan. She writes about the parts of human life that speak to her. She draws inspiration from fiction and her own lived experiences. When she isn't writing, she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.
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