The Stone

by Justine C. Tajonera

I don't know why
my heart gathers weight
and pulls me
downwards,
why no matter
how I try to
overturn
the stone
that is my
heart,
it only continues
to plunge
deeper.

Love makes it
no lighter.

I let myself find
the very bottom.
There is nowhere
else
for me.

I move slowly,
curling inwards,
into the nature
of the
stone,

feeling the edges,
the cracks,
the density
and weight
of me,

the substance
I am made of

the outcome of fire
and all the elements
coming
together,

I am
not going away,
dissipating into
the water,

I am of a rock,
what is left
that is
unbroken.

(April 19, 2010)
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