Your stone

The

Stones 

Were all

Different 

Sizes.

They 

Crossed

The largest

Part 

Of the 

Raging

River.

My life 

My purpose 

Is to 

Get to 

The other

Side.

Your 

Stone 

Was

Larger 

Than

Some

Of the

Others.

It looked so 

Safe 

So sturdy.

When

I got to

Your

Stone 

It gave me

A place

To rest.

Rebuild.

I started 

To feel

Good here

Healthy.

But then

I was pushed

Off.

Suddenly 

I was gasping

For air

And fighting 

The river.

As I 

Grabbed

For you.

Your stone

It shifted

In 

The 

Mud.

I was

Released 

Into the 

Cold violent 

River.

I made my way to 

Land to

Find a new

Path.

My clothes

Wet

Shaking in

The cold.

My heart

Broken.

I started walking,

Because

That's what

You do

When you

Slip on 

A dangerous 

Stone.

You get

Up and

Hope 

The sun

Will

Warm

Your clothes,

Your mind

And 

Your soul.