Rocks

She used to walk amongst them,
An observer cloaked in her fears
silently,amongst these men
Time trapped, complex-ed, tears
trickled down a wheel broken
she stopped, to rest,
Harboring a love forsaken
stifling a saddened plea of protest
Wishing, watching, wondering...

Why did they blindly scamper
Truly was the purpose
trying to fill one's coffer,
Solely driven by greed, by lust?

She started Walking again,
that broken wheel in time
crunching and creaking
This woman, awed, scared, proud,
clutching a little bundle.

They are confusing, she thought
her dark eyes glistening
looking into their hearts, she fought,
against eyes brimming with tears...
Was it because they could see
that they suffered the blindness?

To rest and deliberate,
She stopped for an instant
consider and integrate
Her wandering mind, so distant.
Immersed in helpless pain,
threaded with joy, she looked on,
Unrehearsed they played in vain
for an elusive prize, they mourned.


Sighing calmly and wearily
looking at her bundle
with a gaze that was melancholy,
to reflect her saddened soul, humbled.
She had wrapped it with compassion
and clutched it close to her heart
hidden with care, in this mayhem
as if it were a precious gem...

It was her gem,
the world only saw
that she obsessively
clutched
a little unassuming rock.

This rock she believed had powers,
a magical ability to lure them,
trap and enthrall,
it would seek amongst men
only the true.
The deceitful would fall
enticed by their greed
As it was written in her fate
They would fade away
The loneliness was a painful state.

Succumbing to curiosity,
they stopped to wonder
what was it that she kept hidden
Greed, power, lust, blooming
where truth was forbidden
drove them to insist,
proud of her gem
she did not desist,
then unclothed that rock
made them grimace.

How insane!

Why do you care so much for this
...insignificant rock
You've tricked me!
Stupid girl throw away this stone.
Search for a gem
join our game
In this chaos,
she considered this eternal drama.

Cuddling her bundle debating,
questioning her strength and desire
could she protect her precious bundle,
while chasing phantoms
in the mayhem around her.

So this game continued
in what seemed an infinite cycle,
that broken wheel persisted

Until

In the cold and in the night
a lone traveler stopped to rest,
he was also clutching a bundle tightly.
He greeted her
they exchanged a glance.
The curiosity in her eyes
A trick the of chance
prompted him to smile
and he unclothed that bundle,
wrapped in rags
because that was all he had,
but wrapped so carefully
to protect his precious cargo.

Her curiosity heightened
as he removed the layers
Her heartbeat quickened, when
Unwrapped, she saw that rock,
not all all identical to hers,
unassuming
but still he knew
the power it held...

She unclothed hers.
In the night,
hours faded,
and time reversed into its loop,
the wheel was mended
they looked at each other
until
with the morning light seeping into the horizon,
little smiles tugged at tired eyes and lips
The rocks were combined
and wrapped carefully even more delicately now.

A shared bundle,
sharing the magic,
the desire,
the embrace
they continued the journey.

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