Six Little Rocks

by Maple Tree   Feb 29, 2016


There is a place that has been
written about before, many poems
back on a day when coffee ran
out earlier than expected
and one cigarette wasn't enough.

A woman wears a poncho
to be comforted from chills
within her own walls and
on that day, within that place
I stumbled on six little rocks
that had layed in the sun,
far longer than needed to be.

Casting stones at the mirror
won't make my scar disappear,
even the devil scoffed at such
a moment where evil fell upon
moon shadows of that forbidden lake.

You can tell a victim-

"This too shall pass" or
"There is a reason for everything"

but sometimes it's best to say nothing at all-

Those ignorant moments become poems
and I don't feel like wasting my ink
on things that people will never understand-

Unless you know what it's like
to wear a scar, similar to mine....

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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Scars are the maps of our lives and sometimes beauty is born because of unprovoked ignorance.

    Your poem reflects one who is beautiful.

  • 1 year ago

    by Britt

    "Those ignorant moments become poems
    and I don't feel like wasting my ink
    on things that people will never understand-"

    This is why I find myself so often writing about my fertility. Oh my goodness gracious, I connected to this poem so strongly. <3

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This is a true testimony of a survivor. That moment where you pull your hair along with coffee and cigarettes to the point it makes you nauseated. Dealing with those scars burried deep inside . People don't understand unless the shoe fits. Time shall pass but I am not sure if wounds ever will. You are such a strong person and to heck with ignorant people. I can't stand them. Many hugs and stay strong

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, this is just beautiful. To be in such deep spots in life, the scars you bear are a testament to you being a survivor, stay strong! Hugs!