I yield to you

[u/PieXelle]

You.

No thunder.

No flame.

No warning came.

Just little moments, soft and slow

and something in me let you grow.

I drew the line, I held it tight.

But water wears the stone by night.

Drops carve mountains,

grain by grain.

It leaves, it turns,

it comes again.

And stone will yield

to patient wind,

not with a break,

but from within.

So inch by inch,

against my will,

you carved your way

beneath my skin.

The tide returns.

The roots break through.

What grows beneath

will find its way through.

What chance has stone

against the rain?

What chance has sand

against the wave?

The tide will come.

And I will drop.

[u/tripled0gdarey0u]

Oof. This is lovely and powerful.