Like a rock out of its place
The waves of life
Tossed her back and forth
Hitting obstacles, cracking open
And then moving on
Until one day she landed here
Embraced by the mountain
So stable and predictable
The waves still came
But in the crevice she found
Comfort in rolling around
It felt safe to stay there
As the waves washed over her
Again and again
The mountain and her got
Shaped into something new
A collective shape of comfort.
She rolled deeper as her edges and cracks
Smoothed over and the crevice
It grew deeper and deeper
But where she first found comfort
Turned into darkness
As she rolled into him
Herself eroded away
Into an unfamiliar shape
The crevice got so deep that she
Could no longer see the light over the edges
The cracks that should have defined her
Was scrubbed away
And the perfectly smooth and polished shape
Was one she she couldn’t recognise
She ached for skipping across the water
To once again be a part of
The unpredictable roll of the ocean
She wanted to be tossed around and hit sharp edges
Crack open again and see what was inside
Learn about her very center
But time had rolled her out of water’s reach now
And so she waits
For the wanderer that will one day
Catch a glimpse of a smooth rock
Unable to resist
To pick it up and send it flying
On the ripples of waves
To the next unknown adventure.
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©Christina de Vries
