I have to be the rock
the rock that doesn’t sink
though I’m sinking…
I have to be the rock in which
all things are built and founded upon
but I’m sinking…still
the rock that isn’t hurled
nor kicked, but ominous
and immovable
never too high
never too low
never too big
never too small
positioned with equal purpose
and proportion
I have to be the rock that
determines surface,
from sea level
I have to be the rock
ever-stable,
amongst uneven ground
misunderstood, if stepped on
existing to be built than lived on
trying so long to stay afloat
never noticing
I’d sink perfectly into position
and all I was doing
was landing
becoming the island above
surrounded by water
for all castaways
to get away
safe
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