Revisiting and adding a stanza to something from tje archives, for Friday Writings. Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United on March 19, 2022.
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THE JOURNEY
Once I was like the rock that fell
from the mountain face into
the stream… all sharp edges,
seemingly unchangeable.
Life happened. Like the rock in the river,
I was tumbled , bruised and battered
on my journey, edges smoothened
and honed on my passage.
Moments of joy, moments not, … change
softening and polishing my sharp edges,
my solid core remaining, but enforced
now with lessons learned.
Approaching the last chapter
of my long journey, a bit weary
and contemplating
what comes next.
Bev, this gives me chills .. and tears.
ReplyDeleteI've hated the tumbling, bruising and battering at times, but all have been (I must admit) for my benefit.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I think that might be true for many of us!
ReplyDeleteExcruciating process though..that softening of the rough edges by life!
ReplyDeleteYou are a rock! That says a lot.
ReplyDelete"Life happens" and sometimes a lot of life happens along the way. Just have to enjoy the ride, I guess.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Beverly
Your core is a mixture of diamond and tungsten--beautiful, strong, bright. And all your layers, after all the tumbling and bouncing, has shaped you into a soul to admire. Whatever comes next will add wonder to what's already there...
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