A stone
cannot be broken
but bent inside—
its fault lines
only strain
in harsh weather.
It does not
try to lift
or roll away—
just taught
to keep
its hurt
under hard gray
quiet.
It will stay
where it fell—
move only
if you kick it
or push it
away—
feeling nothing
but your hurt.
What bleeds
in you
only makes me
a stronger
boulder—
don’t hurt
just be calm
and come lean
against me.