shadows fall upon the rocks
all of which have known a former life
harvested from mountainside or valley depths
individual yet eerily uniform
cookie cutter shapes
from the breaking of stony appendages

withering weeds
scorched by rays of sun
that constantly disapprove of something
as simple as their existence
because they are not considered beautiful
by conventional standards

hope beyond hope
has passed them over
and they have nothing left to strive for,
left to mourn the loss of each other
one by one
until they are all gone

there was never secret history
that could not be uncovered
by the nature birthed
from the heaven of fire
brought into this world by divine intervention
of a God eternal

yet some creatures have become spiteful
with ideas of superiority
ostracizing those who are viewed as lesser
solely by their appearance
or the habits they have adopted
with no regards to the true being

the rocks have been broken
from who they once were
but the weeds continue to fight
for who they still are
and just like the weeds,
I will refuse to conform.

fallen raindrops resting upon petals
do not even begin to describe
the pools that form on my pillow
or the wells found in my eyes.
enough tears have escaped me
to form a small sea,
yet I remain the puddle
under the shadiest oak
wishing to evaporate,
and become one with the sky,
a single droplet in its endless stretches,
but far too sheltered to do so.
when the cold spells come
all I can do is freeze over,
every atom of my being trapped in ice,
shut off from the rest of the world,
and only noticeable
when someone slips and finds themselves
embedded in me,
always in my sharpest points.
I pierce through them
as easily as predator through prey,
maybe inevitable
but no less gruesome.
they struggle to escape,
but only succeed in numbing their body
and leaving jagged cuts
where I have broken through.
when it warms
I should be able
to return to my fluid state,
but I eternally remain semi-thawed,
with a shattered top layer
and frozen depths not even the ocean can fathom.
the sun does not reach me
the way it once did
and its rays constantly feel subdued,
overpowered by the icy winds
that surround me no matter the temperature.
and so I remain an element,
maybe the one most vital
to my existence as a mortal,
yet can never escape
the strength of its solid clutches.