• Nance Harding, MAHS-LPC

The Way of the Stones

Updated: Jan 16

Virginia wanted a room of her own,

a place to go so as not to be disturbed by

the elusive something shapeshifting

her inner world.

I too want a room of my own so

not to be weighed down by

someone putting their stones

in my pockets as I travel to the depths.

To travel the depths, there is no need

of oxygen but there is a need for humility

so that when you rise, you come out wiser, not better.

The closer you get to the event horizon,

. . . the stronger will be the pull.

Take care not to forget the result of this

great experiment called life.

For there is one Stone

you never want to remove.

The stone the Old Man told of

in his garden where the Fey still linger

because he built it for them.

Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

Poem previously published at Life Continues After

Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash