Stones

I know not to burn bridges,

but I still seem to clutter my paths

I know how to put out the fires,

but I'll get stuck, knee deep in ash

Every mountain I climb

is just another stone

blocking my path

my path back home

Every bump I hit

I'll bring it along

Every rock I carry

makes me strong

I pick up every pebble

every stone, every boulder

I just keep adding to the weight

the weight on my shoulders

every rock I pick up

keeps weighing me down

But I'll never let them go

even if they make me drown

My collection of stones,

my past , my story

my tradegies and triumphs

my sadness, my glory

I'm attached to my stones

I treasure my collection

what every stone represents

I have no recollection

my stones are a part of me

I cannot deny

I'll carry these stones

until the day I die

---Carina Fosse---

12.10.2008