Monolith

Thousands and thousands, if not millions, compile.
Every lot has its compass, yet together build structure.
Shadows of people, places and;
Composing one strong monolith.
Unaware of their weight, they journey in and out;
Each fragment woven into the abstract fabric of life.
And with awareness of self –
Thankfulness ripens into true surrender
The good with the bad,
The hate with the love;
One building upon another and yielding just enough.
Composite.
One.
Strong.
Monolith.
It is who I am.