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.
So great to read you again!
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Awwww, thanks!