Thursday, 17 December 2015

Stones

Sometimes, stones weigh me down
tiny stones tie me to the world and pebbles
provide a link, a lifeline, a connection to this reality
and even when i am no longer me, or no longer here, or no longer
anything         
the stones are the answer
stones hold answers and
sometimes, there are none to be held and  instead
the stones hold me
sometimes, the stones are quiet
carried in my pocket and giving me strength.
pebbles become pillars and
the pillars stop the sky from crushing me and
sometimes, they are boulders, dragging me forward, onward, towards
horizons and new skies
but sometimes, the stones are too quiet or else
so loud that i cannot hear them and
they cannot hear me and the world is heavy and then
sometimes, the heaviness lifts and
sometimes,

all i need are the stones

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