I am sure
I saw fear in his eyes,
but I was prepared to knock him down.
That first thrash hit him hard
then the second thrash,
he still stood tall and proud.
My throbbing, powerful waves
kept lashing into him.
He was a ‘rock’.
But I believe
had a heart of a marshmallow
for he never
for my behavior.
Sadly, he knew how ‘hurt’ works.
I had seen some humans crying for the very same reasons at my shore.
~ Rocks they seem but they do get hurt.
Strong people aren’t good at showing their pain but are often misread as someone who stays unaffected all the times.
Never push a kind person beyond the limits. Once built, their walls would be impossible to impregnate.