This is a poem I wrote a few years back for a creative writing exercise. It took me a few years to figure out what it was actually about but life has a way of putting the pieces in place.
This is my stone,
it is round and smooth,
my stone is perfect.
This is my stone,
traveling across the lake.
I watch as it leaves.
This is my stone,
I threw away in confusion.
I miss my stone.
This is my stone
sitting alone, at the bottom.
I wish i was with my stone.
This is my branch
I found it near the shore
My branch is perfect
This is my branch,
it is rough and it hurts me.
I miss my stone.
This is me,
sitting by the shore,
waiting for my stone.
This is me,
still by the shore waiting,
I miss my stone.
This is me,
I am still here, waiting.
I wont give up.
This is me,
I am still waiting for my stone.
I know it will come back.
This is me,
I will wait forever
Because i love my stone, and i always will.
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