I am in a constant battle
A ceaseless war between what I desire
And what I know is truth
The truth that what I desire is distant
Scarce and miles from where I stand
A balanced plate on a stick
Ready to fall
At any time
With the slightest touch
I force myself to be content
Suppressing the jealousy and pain
The heartache

I am a stone balanced upright in a dense forest
Waiting and waiting
For someone
To find me delicately placed
And relieve me of my duty
To carry me home
And hold me close
And tell me they need me there