Worry Stone

wrote this a few years ago...

Fitting into my hand with

perfection and slipping smoothly

through my fingers with their nails

bitten so low

that they are bleeding, in pain.

 

I am admitting to guilt, to the

anxiety I have hidden behind think walls

with artful covers and paper centers,

smudged with letters of ink and graphite.

 

And the only creature that hears

my whisperings of insecurity is a stone

into which I have poured enough life

for it to exist alone,

 

solitary without a hand to support or guide.

For this stone,

is my worry stone.

 

And it knows the secrets I won’t even share

with the dark.

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I really enjoyed this poem . I thought it to be very well written with many good lines.

And the only creature that hears

my whisperings of insecurity is a stone


great stuff

Mr. Lopez

[Brenda Sue]

Wonderfully written. Deep. Great job.

[Bart Harper]

i read it three times. i like to analyze it. very good wording. I guess poetry is whatever you want it to be.....in this case i want the stone to be a paper weight that sits on your desk as you pour your heart out in a written poem. Saying the words aloud before you write them down, the stone shares your pain and anxiety. That is what i got out of it....and I really enjoyed it.