Original poetry: "Stones", by bonzopoe
(Edited)
Stones
like my luck kicks me
as if I were a stone.
and polishing me in the way,
turning me into a perfect circle
while I lose parts of myself.
as if it were myself,
taking care not to break it in the process,
taking care not to break me in the process.
kicking the stone of my luck
that kicks me like I'm stone.
not even this stone that I mold
as if it were myself,
and that I care as if I feared hurting it.
not even a stone,
not even the stone that I kick,
and kicks me back like I'm a stone.
and I see that it has colored crystals inside
result of pressure and time.
I make a minute of silence in the middle of the void,
and I smile: there is still hope.
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