In a dark, faraway cave
where she was alone.
Her heart was a statue
made of rock solid stone.
Words scratched frequently
at the gray, sharp rock.
Batterings and stabs
she used this stone as a block.
Until one day the words shifted
The words were no longer hurtful and cold.
These words pounded at the rock
and the gravel turned into gold.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2019 16:12
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This is a very nice poem.
thank you!
The power of words. Great write!
thanks!!
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