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Pebble

October 19, 2023
By Anonymous

The pebble that has been kicked down, down the lane 

To the cottage overgrown


The pebble I carry home

Handle it gently for the pure kind soul


The pebble I let rest on windowsill where sun filters through 

Seeing the glistening lake across where dainty yellow wildflowers bloom


The pebble wishes to be with others outside

I take it to lake to the others and shimmers as its own 


The pebble I bring home

Caring for it along the way so Precious


The pebble and I sit by the sparky fire enjoying warmth

We go outside again to the other pebbles


The pebble comes home bruised 

The taunting voices fill my head trying find pebble lost in the pool


The pebble reaches my hand and I pull it up

We walk home and I tell my pebble everything I want to know 


My pebble I comfort saying that I know it’s going to be okay 


I will lose sight of my pebble

My pebble will know how to find me


The author's comments:

This poem is very personal to me, and I really adore the meaning I put behind it, especially the imagery, it's something I definitely hold close to my heart.


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