I am Stone

I am stone
Cracks fashion
Who I am
I fill them with
Glittering things
So my surface
Seems
Smooth
I am stone
Cracks are
Part of me
In ways that
Defy
Expectations
Mine
Not other people’s
I am stone
Each crack
Has hidden
Depths
And if you
Run
Your fingers
Over my
Skin
You feel
My brail
A tale waiting
For someone
To read it
I am stone
My surface is
Rugged
Etched
By the winds
All things that
Fly
By me
Never to stay
To explore
My canyons and
Hidden
Valleys
I am stone
I do not
Feel
Isolated
By your
Failing
To stop or
Notice
No tears fall
My surface
Is
Ever dry
And cracked
I am stone
Formed
Through explosions
Intense
Pressures
Splintering me
Into pieces
To grains
Sand
Beneath your
Stomping
Feet
I am stone
I do not
React
When you
Snarl
Or spit some
Crude
Remark
About my
Form
Or lack of one
Because I
Am
Not
As you
Wish
Me to be
I am stone
Something for
You to
Fashion
To chip into
Delicate
Pieces
Some discarded
Others
Criticized
Because you
Are no
Sculptor
And that is
My
Fault
I am stone
And I can
Crush you
Squash
Your puny
Ego
Into wet
Puddles
Of pus
And bile
Until you
Seep into my
Skin
Surviving
Only
Because I
Survive
I am stone
And
I
Am
Everlasting

(c) AM Hunter 2016