I am a rock
No, a stone
And I am stone stoic
These are not tears
Rather, raindrops from the heavens
But merciful they are not
Biting into me so cold
Corroding my shell of rock
But acid I will resist
I won't let it eat me
I won't let it expose my bare soul
Never to the world
Never, whispers the wind that rattles
Never, despite the rain that burns
Never, even as I start to crumble
Never, as I shatter into bits
Of sharp rock, crunched underfoot
By people who look not down but up
They do not care
But I am stone stoic
And these are not tears
(Why do I deny myself?)
These are burning trails of shame
I will not let them destroy
My solid steel, my iron armour
Never I say, and never it will
Never, the murmurs say, echoing
Never, the echoes repeating, fading
Never, the whispers of the fading
Never, I hear no more, whispers only
Never and I start to shake
Like an earthquake
Grinding and shattering
Smashing and clashing
Shattering and destroying
All of it
All of my flesh and stone
All of my towering walls
All, until my soul reveals
So weak, so vulnerable
So beautiful in its tragedy
I am stone stoic no more
These ashes of bitterness
Watery trails down my cheeks
Deceive me not more raindrops,
These are tears, shining
Like the pool that mirrors and reflects
My soul, my soul, my soul it shines
Not stone stoic, no, no more
Just stoic perhaps,
The stone has long crumbled to dust
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
