NapoWriMo 24 – Between A Rock and A Soft Place


Oh to have a heart of stone,

a rock to call my very own?

For I have a heavy weight upon my mind.

And my head is filled with bricks I find.


For I don’t know what is concrete now,

with little stones that I throw and how,

I build my defenses too high to see across,

while I sink into a basin of moss.


Once hardened mud shiny and worn,

but slippery now with tears as I morn.

Fearful that I have forsaken my happy life

for one now filled with only stony strife.


Gliding over a piazza, my emotions aloft,

wondering how can it be that I am so soft,

to have fallen in an landslide of rock,

and have been pelted, my head knocked.


But it is love they say that is in my cistern,

and it is best that I should have to learn,

that life contains the hardships of many a fall,

that are as natural as mountains of joy so tall.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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