slowly fading memories | watty's2016

24

Dear Diary,

        I am a pebble.

        I am in an infinite sea of others.

        I was ordainary.

        Until sorrow turned me beautiful.

        And I became a diamond in the rough.

        Other rocks became jealous.

        And they built me up,

        against my will.

        I was a heap.

        A messy cluster of washed away stones carried along by the current.

        More piled onto me.

        Words became heavier and pushed me upward.

        I always wanted to touch the sky.

        But never had I realized how cold it was.

        Now all I wanted was to be

        once more

        a pebble.

        Instead, I became a mountain.

               Yours truly, with love,

                        Holly