sometimes I feel like a little rock laying beneath the dirt,
surrounded by all my fears, shortcomings, and hurt.
around me there's not a glimpse of hope not even a speck of light,
The only things here are my 'memory demons' and all they do is fight.
I get down, this little rock, because I am stranded here,
But its comforting to know that I only have myself to fear.
After reminding myself, that I decide how long I must reside,
here hidden in the cold shadows with noone at my side.
I can pick myself up and nomore remain a rock,
and get to getting going, racing the ticking clock.
The world will soon see me basking in the light the sun has shone,
because after being under all that pressure I am now a priceless stone.
by: katei ramirez