This Stone Sighs
Have you ever realized
just how much it hurts
to be trampled upon?
People taking you for granted,
for every miserable day of your life.
They need you to get where they are,
so they won’t have to get dirty,
so that their paths could be a bit easier for them
but you never are truly recognized for it…
You are just a boring accessory
not worthy to be taken note of
It’s like in their eagerness
to reach that place, to meet that somebody-
they just skip, step, jump all over you
and just not appreciate
your importance
My curse though
is that I can’t cry out—
only remain stoic, hard.
Stable.
So I can withstand
all that weight,
of all those people using me
with them rarely looking back.
I know my purpose…
but it still hurts to realize
that this is all that I ever will be…
A stepping stone.
To dreams, to love, to life--
forgotten, left behind
073020111252a107
**For Catie's Stoned contest
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2011
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