These Scars

rock

You called me your rock,

and it was true.

I was the pebble you threw,

As you made your wish,

I floated forgotten waiting,

Waiting for the boy who held me close

To come and claim me.

But it was another whom treasured me.

He waded in the water to catch me,

As I drowned from the weight of disappointment.

He polished me,

Made me a treasure on his shelf.

The trophy he adored,

And loved to show off.

He kept me warm and clean,

A home to treasure.

I was just a rock to you,

It's true,

But to him I was a prize

He would treasure for the rest of his life.