I Must Be a Stone
He was with me then
As I searched for a new place
In which I could live
But he does not speak
He is my companion
He wants to help me
I don’t believe yet
That he won’t come home ever.
But I just pretend
When I am with folk
They tell me I am stronger.
Oh,comparisons!
Yeah,I need no-one
No words of comfort or love
I must be a stone.
My stoicism
A wonder to the heavens
My dead face fakes peace.
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2016
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