When Stones Speak


The waves, they crash.
Angry
Stirred by some force they can't control.
Confused
For what purpose is their fury?

Blindly bashing rocks with acute desperation.
Its ferocity consumes even the strongest stone.
The stone pieces are scattered, carried gently by the current.
Numb and cold, their eyes glaze over.
They see and feel nothing.
Time passes.

They come to settle at the bottom of everything.
The earth pulls them into her womb.
An anger takes hold, and they thaw as it warms them.
Consumed by a molten rage, they scream and spit fire.
Kick the waves, pull currents.
Shake the earth so that others may feel what they felt.

The waves, they crash.
Angry
Stirred by some force they can't control
Confused
For what purpose is their fury?

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