The Rock

The rock
At first resistant
The wind
The rain
Find a small edge to catch
The rock holds on
Gets harder
The edges sharper
Like razors
Cutting the wind
Catching moisture like sails now
Little pocks holding rain
Dissolving
Evaporating
The rock
Breaks down
Smaller and smaller pieces
Eventually your foot
Can sink
And drag
With no edge to cut
Or mass to blunt
Something beautiful
Something forgiving
Is all that is left
Eventually flowers grow
Clinging at first
Then bedding down
Roots take hold
Life and love possible
From something unforgiving
Unapologetic

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