Dam

There is a dam

it buckles beneath the weight of sheer pressure

For a second, it doubts

and a drop falls down its long smooth face

The small droplet hits the bottom – splash

The noise is a reminder of the failure, the weakness

So another droplet falls, and another.

A torrent of drips, of failures, falls through the cracks.

Then she remember what she is:

A dam, a stronghold, a fortress.

Fortifying herself, she straightens up

She braces herself against the unrelenting water

And she succeeds.