Pebbles

I stick to my green pebbles

Rough and smooth

Sometimes impossible, sometimes achievable

The other shadows climb their rainbows, willful

A foreboding beckon, taunting

I am scared to fall inside of it

I am hard set

I am the pebble

Stubborn, my ways

I must become sand

Soft, coarse, see through, opaque

Toughened glass

Instead I scratch my own half-hearted itch

Let go, shake my head, sigh, that’s enough, I cannot bend like that,

Never the time of day, so my day my way will never come

Never sweating in the moment, but pouring outside

Powerful in one way, but

Un-powerful where it counts

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Surprise graces my eyes

The top pebble caresses my touch

Utters its well done

But I never off the same