You've been holding onto rocks
to keep yourself
from being swept away
your whole life.
None of them
were strong enough
Until one day
You thought you found
the one
It was big
and it was sturdy
and you clung to it
But it never
clung back.
Now you've been
clinging to this rock
for a very long time
and the scenery has grown old
You've seen all
the seasons
So
many
times.
But you are not drowning
for the most part
And will take this peace
over the treacherous currant
and all its dangers
any day.
Lately you've noticed
this rock does not seem
big enough
anymore.
Have the rough waters
worn it down
without you noticing
or
have you
impossibly
grown bigger?
You cling tighter.
The rock
does not cling back.
A particularly rough storm approaches
the water is
stinging
and bites.
Suddenly
Your rock has crumbled
out
from underneath you.
You cannot
grasp all the bits and pieces
and put them back
together again.
This throws you down
the crazy stream
You bash into boulders.
They leave
Deep cuts
and
Dark bruises
You somehow make it through
rapids
But try to grasp at small stones
Hope one
could be a steady friend
But nothing sticks.
You hold the small remnants
of your lost steadiness
so tight
your skin is bleeding
Even cling to grass and twigs
won't hold
you cannot control
your pathway
anymore.
You fear
a waterfall.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
You've been holding onto rocks
to keep yourself
from being swept away
your whole life.
None of them
were strong enough
Until one day
You thought you found
the one
It was big
and it was sturdy
and you clung to it
But it never
clung back.
Now you've been
clinging to this rock
for a very long time
and the scenery has grown old
You've seen all
the seasons
So
many
times.
But you are not drowning
for the most part
And will take this peace
over the treacherous currant
and all its dangers
any day.
Lately you've noticed
this rock does not seem
big enough
anymore.
Have the rough waters
worn it down
without you noticing
or
have you
impossibly
grown bigger?
You cling tighter.
The rock
does not cling back.
A particularly rough storm approaches
the water is
stinging
and bites.
Suddenly
Your rock has crumbled
out
from underneath you.
You cannot
grasp all the bits and pieces
and put them back
together again.
This throws you down
the crazy stream
You bash into boulders.
They leave
Deep cuts
and
Dark bruises
You somehow make it through
rapids
But try to grasp at small stones
Hope one
could be a steady friend
But nothing sticks.
You hold the small remnants
of your lost steadiness
so tight
your skin is bleeding
Even cling to grass and twigs
won't hold
you cannot control
your pathway
anymore.
You fear
a waterfall.
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