the first stone

Sometimes, I guess there just aren’t enough rocks. – Forrest Gump 

thrown, it stings 
and things may never 
(ever) 
be the same. 

held, it burns 
and turns over in your 
(angry, hungry)
hand. 

buried, it still 
carries all that 
(wait…wait…)
weight. 

dropped, it 
stops. 
              (plop.) 
ponders heart. 
embraces grace.  

PAD Challenge day 5.

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