I stood: 
whole, 
quiet, 
peaceful, 
formidable. 
they found me. 
They came at me 
with their plans. 
Blasting and
chipping away. 
They made empty holes in me; 
filled with loud, fetid, insidious things. 
I made plans 
for them too.
They tried to break me; I'm the rock they destroyed
themselves against. 
Tara Schley.                
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem