A hasty poem
"Stepping Stone"
Feet plod, carelessly treading toward their goal
Some stop, some linger, some turn back
Ahead, there lies a stone,
A point on a path to something else.
Several feet stop on the stone, embracing its warmth
Noticing the nooks that hold and comfort
After a time, the feet change or grow
Realizing the stone no longer fits
With each foot that lingers
The stone grows accustomed to the weight
Learns to enjoy the wiggling of toes
Shares in the joy of resting feet
Then he too realizes the feet no longer fit right
"I can change" cries the stone
Desperate to hold on to the feet that loved it
But the feet know the stone is just a stone
Unable to change to suit their needs
The feet tell the stone that they do not regret pausing
But the stone must remain, on the path, cracked, bruised
The feet walk on, knowing that in time, the stone will change
But for now, it is just a stone,
A point on a path to something else
-J.J.
posted by Jerod at 11:55:00 PM
2 Comments:
Well, whatever's eating at you, I hope you understand that you've still got friends and family that'll support you.
Best of luck.
Yeah, like John said, you've got friends that will support you, feel free to call my cell if you want someone to serve as a listening ear.
Chad J.
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