I am a rock.
Solid and stoic.
I can sustain my will even in the strongest storms
And laugh at weaker things.
Yes, I am a rock.
And I am as dumb as one, too.
Rocks don’t have friends.
No one to share their feelings with.
Rocks sit alone, saying nothing
As I do so easily.
It’s a simple life, being a rock
No one need look after you
You can leave a rock for days, years, even decades
Gathering moss in a bold, unmoving sort of way
And when you return
That rock will be right where you left it
Unchanged,
Still a rock
Silent and strong.