Equilibrium

[phd]

One small pebble in a sea of fractured stones,

worn smooth overtime in the torrents of lifes drama's,
and for now it seems rest upon some distant shore
Does it choose to be seen?

The stone, the stone
what advice, opinions, knowledges born from experience, insights,
loves, hates spewing poisen, are contained in your silence?

Feet tred over your smooth edges effortlessly
Where a small whisper, whispers do no harm,
and is content just to be.
phd

[Jason 17]

Nice poem--sounded like transition between relationships in my life.