Dam

I feel like i am a dam.
Using people's support and feelings towards me as the building blocks,
I rise higher and stronger,
taking on the responsibilities of holding the water back.

As experiences amount, I meet more people who contributed to the building materials.
Relationships matured, making my dam stronger by day.

This goes on, and my dam becomes even bigger and stronger.
So is the water i am retaining increases more and more.

But one day, when one of the materials proved to be not durable,
or new materials are weak and flawed,
it will amount to cracks to my structure.

A dam, no matter how great and strong, will crumble at the slightest crack.
Then, the dam in me will be shattered and conquered by the
larger amounts of water stored behind years ago.

I will fall, crumple and rendered useless.
Will people then appreciate my efforts and rebuild me again,
will i find back myself and recollect the remnants of the dam and rise again,
or will i just lie in ruins, tired from the responsibility i once endured?
No one knows, for the day of the fall of the Great Dam is not known.