The StoneCarver

I imagine you covered in dust

soft stone breaking in your hands

as you chip away at it, carve your soul into it

light shines through your hair and

dances in your eyes

playing shadows across your face and

along walls, telling a story

you shape that story into the stone

and, just maybe, a bit of your own

in your heart I think

this is where you’re home.

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