yeah.. it's a cool place :)

This Rock, My Rock

I know this place
I visit here often.
The familiar crevices
that held me now and then.

I recall the feeling
of being safe and secure.
Feelings given to me
by something solid and pure.

You could say that it is
just a big boulder.
But it gave me a place
to rest my head on it's shoulder.

But something has changed
it's taken on a new light.
It does not want to force me
to relive my recent fight.

The rock, my rock
is giving me a chance.
To come about on my own
to renew my old dance.

It's become a happy place of sorts
with it's glistening stones and all.
Not dredging up things from the past
that causes my mind to build walls.

It sparkles with a new
light, intimate air.
A place I can relax,
let down my hair.

This rock has been cleansed
of my sorrows and griefs.

By the waters that drank my tears.

Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 01:42

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david gerardino
But something has changed,i think its great to get this,,and think ,when did it happen,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,8

My favorite part=the last three lines. Actually the whole poem. But most especially those last three lines. Especially especially the last one.