Random Word Poem

Sorrowful Slate

I approached the wayward pebble,

Each step becoming more timid.

I longed to make this an intimate situation

For the shard of slate seemed skittish.

I envied his honesty,

Embarrassed by my sad excuse of self expression.

I fell to my knees at the trembling pebble,

Between us a union formed,

One closely resembling a quivering child,

And its mother,

A blanket of comfort shielded us.

Tempted by his honesty, I spilled my woes,

And as they washed over him,

The pebble calmed.

No longer was he alone.