I am a rock.
I am a foundation, a cornerstone on which many things are built.
Some are simple and strong, others complex and fragile.
Most of that which I support does not recognize I am there.
I need only the basics of care; little attention but a great deal of respect.

Over time, even a rock weathers.
The fragile are the first to fall but with time even the strong cannot be supported alone.

I am a rock.
I fight to support that which I care about most.
Will I be weathered away before my burden realizes there is no rock left to hold them?
What will they do when their rock is gone?
Will there be another to take my place?

I am a rock.
I am a foundation, a cornerstone.