Just like a Rock
The world is not what we think of it.
I have woken up from my dreams where I am accepted for what I am.
I have now entered the reality where I have accepted myself for what I am.
The fear of losing them
gave me the strength to bear my own loss.
The wish to keep them happy
turned out to be my biggest despair.
The words I used to console them with,
were the words they returned as poisoned arrows.
They fear losing me because I am important to them,
My importance is equivalent to their need in grief.
After knowing all this,
Just like a lifeless rock, I stand for them, not to respond, but to listen to them.
After all I do, I am still questioned for not responding.
My stillness, my silence, and my worth are questioned.
But now it doesn’t matter.
Just like a rock; I choose to be stable,
to bear the harsh sun, layers of sand, and the aggressive rain.
I hope that my resistance will not go in vain.
I will be felt by those footsteps choosing to walk on the sand.
I will place myself beneath
so that they can walk with ease.
I will still be known for my coldness,
and not my toughness.
Everyone is unaware of the layers I hide within myself.
Each layer has a story behind what I am now.
My story won’t be revealed unless I am broken,
and breaking me is not so simple.
My tiniest particle will survive,
That’s why, just like a rock,
I choose to be stable.
