I visited a beach last month.
I brought 2 stones with me,
But I had no plans on keeping them for this visit.
I loved one of these stones,
but it did not please me as the other.
So out of the entire month I spent at the beach,
The stone I loved was lost after 2 days.
I searched and searched for hours,
then I found it.
Soon I threw it away willingly,
Because it did not please me as the second stone.
Love was an overstatement.
My second stone stayed with me.
I did not love it,
But it pleased my eyes.
It had sharp sides that could cut my flesh,
But I looked past that
and I focused on its beauty.
I kept this stone for 2 weeks,
Until I gave it up.
It fell out of safety one day
And sliced my foot.
I cried and I said
I kept you for your beauty,
Yet you hurt me
You hurt me deep
and you’ve left me open for scars."
I should've never brought this stone with me.
I should've left it where I found it.
Now I limp around with a bandage on my foot,
Waiting for it to scar
So that I no longer have this pain,
But a scar
To tell this story of its beauty
and all the times it sliced me on my sides,
But I never felt too much pain from it.
So now I walk around with no stones for me
as I live for the next 2 weeks on this beach.
Stoneless. I don't need any stones.
I found my 1st stone,
But I did not want to keep it.
The guilt from putting it away haunted me.
How could I have been so selfish?
2 days before my last week,
I was away from the beach,
exploring when I found a stone.
I saw that it was beautiful,
But I did not let it sway me.
I would watch it occasionally
Just to admire its beauty,
But I never touched it.
I came near it once.
Then all of a sudden,
It began to roll
Roll down a hill.
I was hurt
Because I wanted to pick it up.
It had gone too far.
I quickly moved on
And went back to the beach.
As I walked across the shores,
on my last week,
I saw other stones,
but I did not go near them.
I kept walking.
It suddenly became very cold,
But I did not want to leave the beach.
So I stayed and found another beautiful stone.
This stone was by far the most beautiful stone
I've ever seen on this beach.
I found it 3 days before I was to leave.
I admired this stone and found that it had some few flaws,
But I said "That's what makes it beautiful"
As I reached out to grab this stone,
I felt a sharp pain in my back
And I wondered if this was a sign.
I ignored it and continued towards this stone.
As I touched it,
I realized it was slippery.
I grabbed for it,
But it slipped out of my hands every time.
So I decide to sit next to it and admire it.
I admit, it was a lot of pain
Resolving to just admiring it
rather than keeping it for myself.
Or maybe I didn't want to pick it up
because I had learnt from the other stones.
So I watched it for 2 months,
Before I began to notice a sharp edge on its side.
I didn't see that before.
All I saw were its beauty and flaws,
But not the sharp edge.
It was incomparable to the beautiful stone
that left a scar on my foot.
So I left it,
but only because it was too slippery.
Soon my time at the beach was over.
And as I was on my way out,
I saw that stone that rolled down the hill.
Has it been waiting there for me?
I picked it up,
And began my journey home.
Soon I realized that it was beautiful,
But it did not sway me like the slippery stone.
I left that slippery stone,
Or maybe the slippery stone left me.
I chose to be content with this rolling stone
I picked and kept.