Set in Stone
It is easy to feel like a mind of concrete,
A single block, set among thousands,
as layers of discarded chewing gum sit on your surface
keeping the secrets in.
Just trying to survive, with the assault of rain and snow and sun and footsteps of others
Trying to pierce the surface, as you refuse to falter,
until a crack appears, splitting the surface in two for an hour or so
As children avoid it
Lest their mothers pay the price.
And you do the same.
You sit, open and weak to the elements,
until a new layer of stone is piled on top
and you are right back where you started,
Minus some indents where the cracks were,
Stuck right where you are
Just staying alive.
Your surface, smooth as marble at a glance,
looks just like the other blocks around you
As the people above waltz over you,
Laser focused on their routines.
Their sneakers, boots, $200 loafers
all taking their toll,
one chip at a time.
They never look back.
Seasons change, people come and go,
But still you stay, stoic and stable
Expecting nothing from anyone, but willing to endure
Whatever they throw your way,
Cracks be damned.
Eventually you realize
Those cracks, hidden under all those layers,
go deeper than you know.
Suddenly, you’re not so strong.
Your stone façade stays, strong as ever.
As your core crumbles by the hour.
The people bear down on you
day after day,
never a second thought,
While you can do nothing but watch,
and wait,
and pray it ends up alright
and add more layers to the surface,
because the surface is all that’s left.
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