heavy, dense granite.
I prowl tiger-like around it
waiting to see what it does.
Nothing.
I turn my back
as if to walk away
it tugs at my hem, not letting go.
I try to heave it out of the way
it is immovable.
I tend to its needs
asking what it wants.
Sit with it
and slowly
as a sculptor
begin to chip away
removing what is unnecessary
allowing its innate beauty
to be revealed.
It takes time and patience
won’t be complete in one go.
We work together
this block of sadness and I
meeting in a gentle dance
of removing what is unnecessary
allowing its innate beauty
to come out.
Its flowering is my healing
my acceptance.
This heavy block of sadness
becomes a beautiful gift.
© 4 Jun 19
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