Immobile, rooted in a timeless standstill
Vulnerable, exposed, at any moment ready to be the next roadkill
Half in half out
Of the dirt, the soil from which I came
The same soil that now tries so hard my soul to maim
Wedged between hope and a past and legacy so humble and dear
Wedged between the balance of life and a cocoon of disappointment and fear
A rock, tethered until the next force of nature determines its fate
Will it be overturned?buried further?or finally released to be great?
The rain-to secure the chemical bonds of it's eternal bed of clay
The sun to dry its tears to prevent obscuring its view of another day
The wind to every so gently or harshly toss it just so
Giving it direction, purpose, a challenge of where to go and
what to do when you're an immortal entity in life's garden
Hang tight
You too will one day sprout colourful wings
Be still, young rock, think on these things
The bird eats pebbles...you'll contribute to its growth
Til one day you're the new bird,the rock, both!
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