Stones

Sometimes, stones weigh me down

tiny stones tie me to the world and pebbles

provide a link, a lifeline, a connection to this reality

and even when i am no longer me, or no longer here, or no longer

anything         

the stones are the answer

stones hold answers and

sometimes, there are none to be held and  instead

the stones hold me

sometimes, the stones are quiet

carried in my pocket and giving me strength.

pebbles become pillars and

the pillars stop the sky from crushing me and

sometimes, they are boulders, dragging me forward, onward, towards

horizons and new skies

but sometimes, the stones are too quiet or else

so loud that i cannot hear them and

they cannot hear me and the world is heavy and then

sometimes, the heaviness lifts and

sometimes,

all i need are the stones