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Created on: March 06, 2011
The Rock
You found me
When I was alone
In a dark and gray place
Like a stone
Skipping across the water
only to sink to the bottom
of the dark and murky earth below
Like sunshine piercing through
With childs hands scraping the bottom
You chose me
Out of all the other rocks that beckoned for air
And I shined for you
Made pretty your lonely world
Where love abandoned
Your empty heart
And ugly words broke
Your innocence
Like a trophy you placed me
High on a shelf
To admire my jagged edges and smooth crevices
And I shined for you
You kept me hidden
Safely tucked in to your back pocket
Unwilling to share and embarrassed by
Your admiration for a rock
And I stayed there
Quietly waiting
For you to hold me again
And shine for you
You took me out sometimes
And dusted me off
But not too much
Afraid someone might notice me
Put me back on a shelf
But not the high one
So you could take a look at me
Now and then
And remember
When you found me
And still, I shined for you
You went fishing
Not looking for stones
But weaker creatures
That you could consume
And satisfy your hunger
Bringing home shards of their bones
In your belly
And then take me down from the shelf
And coddle me in your hands
Looking at me with guilty eyes
For visiting our water without me
And still, I shined
You chased after fortune
And competed with siblings and
Other former man child hands
To add new trophy's
To the shelf
While dander and mites and
Other living creatures took rest
Upon my unique form
Until I shined no more
And when you brought in your
New trophies
to place upon the shelf
You
Scooted me aside and pushed me
To the edge
Until I fell
You looked at me with tired eyes
And a weary back
From all your days fishing
In the water that once held me
Thought about picking me up
Washing me off
Sharing me with your world
But your right foot kicked me
as you bent forward
And so
You retreated and then
Kicked me more
And my brilliance was hidden
Until a flood came
And new water poured across the floor
And washed away the dirt and debris
That had taken over me
And when you saw me again
You were amazed
At the glitter and new places
That were revealed
The fresh water had cleansed my
jagged edges and smooth places
You thought
I had been destroyed
You forgot
I was a rock
And just when
You reached out to pick me up
Made space for me on your shelf
The man who came
To clean up your mess
Snatched me into the palm
Of His hands
And marveled at my beauty
Too ashamed to let him know
You like stones
You passed me off
As just a piece of your youth
You turned your back
And walked away
Believing I would be thrown
Into the garbage
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