The Journey

Never thought I could

I did

When least thought I would

I hid

Broken, buffered, shaped and honed

By the very force

That bids all

to an ever-changing

breathing space

To find some form

To find a face

Hurtling self; I stopped

looked behind

Then shut my eyes and stared

At crevices bared

I carried on.

Then ripples in the water

Caused

The rise, the fall

However small

 Is disturbing

Leading out and away

I caused it all.

From within,

The gallant source

The quiet retreat

Is there a way

 To let me form

a stoic homeland steep?

As If at all!

Yet, I believe

And carry on.

The rise and fall

Works just one way

Carry on!

Change is good

And here to stay.

I continue to flail

My arms and self

Yearning to spread

The fire within

Out and away

To melt the seams

I know, see, realize-

Once in the watery works

 of life

At the foothills

that ebb and flow

Fall and grow

The self that makes me

The Me

In a sordid grey array

But oh, the water breaks it all-

The high, the low

The mountains tall

Carry on and away

I’m just a pebble anyway.