One Stone
My one and only stone has been broken into two,
leaving me breathless-
I’m so restless,
one turns into a gray boulder,
the other granite blue-
What’s a lonely girl to do,
when she’s relentless,
getting older,
and cemented onto you.
Each droplet of rain turns granite to dust,
each grain of dust turns a boulder to rust.
Minerals and dirt pour over me,
as I try to surface the shore of the reverie-
When I stumble along pebbles
which one do I choose?
The bolder seems too strong,
the granite brings me blues.
I would lose,
and never break free.
Soon I’ll be melted into gravel,
cemented in life’s pain-
As my instincts begin to unravel,
only rocky memories remain.
Filled with fear,
lapidated in disdain-
Only one stone will win,
but each brings callousness within,
leaving a gray adamantine stain.
My one and only stone has been broken into two,
what’s a lonely girl to do…
when she’s cemented onto you.
Two Word Challenge Contest
John Lawless
November 9, 2017
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