River Rock

Please do not mistake me for a skipping stone,

for I am nothing close

A large round jagged rock I am,

unskippable, 

unlike the other river stones that surround me.

Why did I come here if I was,

to stay in the center of this river?

A landing pad for birds and such,

slowly collecting moss.

We all have a part to play,

I am grateful, nonetheless.

But I’ve been here for so long,

I can feel myself becoming,

one with the river ground.

It’s unfortunate, really.

From time to time,

the fae will make their appearance,

enhancing the nature that surrounds me,

aware of what goes through my mind.

For I do not wish for sympathy,

I feel that I am where I belong

The world works in strange ways,

and I know it had to be somebody.