(Author’s note: Sometimes you get a dry spell. The last couple of weeks has been that. I get tired from work, and I just don’t get inspiration. However, a new project I’m working on has allowed me a little more freedom to gain said inspiration, and allow me to write more often. Here’s the start of what I hope to be back to weekly posting, if not multiple postings during the week.)
by Miles H. Rost
To some, I’m just a part of the skyline.
They don’t always notice me, because I’ve been here for so long. They’re used to my presence here in the harbor.
Even the wider world has seen me, and look upon me as an emblem of how my people are supposed to be.
But there are some in the country who look at me with evil eyes. They don’t see me for what I was made for. They don’t see what I represent.
They see me as an obstacle, something to tear down.