My Rock


He is my rock.
I take him and fling him into smooth waters just to see how many times he'll skip off of the surface-
creating ripples everywhere.
He sinks.
The tide comes in and he is brought back to me. He always comes back to me.
Sometimes the current drags him further down the shore; I have to go to him.
He grounds me because he is the ground- holding me close to him so I may stay humbled.
He teaches me how to let difficult times smooth my heart, rather than create jagged edges.
My rock is not a diamond or a flashy gem.
He is a product of simpler minerals, combined brilliantly to epitomize strength, wisdom, and perseverance.
He is my rock. I would be lost without him.

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