Pebbles
Small fragments from a
Much larger whole,
Shards
Chipped & broken,
Once part of an immense,
Hardened mass.
Pieces of our past that we choose
To keep around.
Why?
Because,
For some reason,
It’s easier to hold fast
Than to let go:
Grasping instead of loosing,
Hoarding rather than releasing.
Why?
Because,
If we have enough stones in our pocket,
We’ll have enough ammo
To inflict as much pain as possible
On others
&
On ourselves.
Because,
We think that,
Even if we’re not dragging around some immense
Boulder,
Then we’re doing OK,
That we’re free of the weight.
But too often
We lug around substantial
Collections
Bags filled with the refuse of our
Past,
Hoping that we’ll find a way to
Wash these rocks & do so in
Private,
Wanting no one to see all that we must clean
&
All that we must throw away.
APN.
Copyright 04/15/2007
April 18th, 2007 21:13
April 19th, 2007 08:48
April 19th, 2007 08:51
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