I’M NOT AN ALCHEMIST, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE ALREADY GOLD…

This is a conversation. For you.

Have you ever seen a rock cry?

My rock is broken. And crying.

This is new for me.

I’m sitting next to my rock. It’s night. My rock’s glow has been drowned out

By a somber sky.

It will all be ok.

I tell her.

I have gendered my rock.

That makes her feel real.

I know my rock hurts and is feeling…

Used?

But I assure her that we can find some glue to patch her up.

…wait…not “can”, but “will”.

We will fix you, together,

I tell her.

And by this time, in the future,

I will be sitting with my rock,

On river banks,

Listening to her laugh.

I tell her,

Think about the rocks in your life. What will happen to them?

I ask my rock a question,

In hopes to be part of prevention…

Where does the greater impact occur?

If you fall off a cliff, will we still be affected in 10 years?

Is that what you want us to remember you as?

We have a conversation.

News flash: rocks are on the endangered species list.

Did you know that?

Too many have broke, fallen, or become unwilling to be stationary – stable.

I tell my rock,

That the contradictions in life, the cracks everyone has,

If fixed the right way,

Will only make you stronger.

I tell my rock,

That I think we are already patching up the pieces.