A stone you can throw and smash the class I have amassed.
A rock tossed might crumble my tower of esteem power.
A brick heaved directly at me may concave my history.
A crag slung could crumble what is left of me.
A boulder flung over your shoulder would level my fortitude.
A pebble in my pocket reminds me of the stairs up there.
A pile of gravel pave me a road to Valhalla right here in Gaea.
A grain of sand time in my hour glass can withstand .
A crystal in my fist could zap me right out of this.
A gem in my purse to spend would look good with a friend .
A nugget snuggled in my boot could cause a loud hoot.
A promontory elevates to many personal victories.