I came across this beautiful image titled The Riverbank 8, and it inspired me to write this poem. So thank you Crinklechip for your beautiful work.
She holds her head up high
For fear of falling down
The water waits
With it's fingers clawing
Begging for her grace
She almost cries out
But dares not to
For she never knows whose listening
The angry ants
Or crying birds
They wait for her to fall
So out it comes
Her longing laugh
That smile can work wonders
Her moment of vulnerability gone
Replaced by such an act
Never will they see her worry
Or ever even doubt
For she knows that she will rise above
To concur all her foes
