Guardian
No clue why I trust
Bits of stone and rust.
Seeing figures of stone
Watching out for my tone
Protected by them for I Must.
Run towards the light,
No longer full of fright.
Stone figures watching,
Me stuck there waiting,
For a sign that I have Might.
Sammi’s Prompts number 11, https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/weekend-writing-prompt-11-guardian/
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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