Her Beating Stone
She pretends fissures don’t exist. A
beating stone to shield her from the
micro pains of old, revealing she
never belonged. Had she only
shown her cracks, they would have
let her in.
Daily word prompt: micro
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T. Shaw 
Your poems are always so lovely. I like the word choice you’ve used, like fissure. It describes the concept of a stone heart perfectly.
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Thanks Miss M! I like poems, because they allow for short bursts of creativity, but your stories have inspired me to embark into that territory. Once I graduate, I hope I can work on some larger pieces. 🙂
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Wow! Really! (^O^) I’m so honored. That’s one of the best compliments anyone can ever get. I’m glad I was able to inspire you to want to dwell into story writing. You can do it! I have faith in you! *\(^_^)/*
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Thank you 😊💜
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😀 ❤
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Ooooo I dig this so much!!!
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Thanks friend! 💜💜
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I’ve always admired those who can express themselves with poetic words, especially verses that don’t necessarly rhyme (not sure what that would be called, thereby exposing my ignorance). Wonderul and succinct poem! 🙂
–Michael
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Wow! Thank you for the kind words. It’s called “free verse.” 😊
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Ah, that sounds familiar. Thanks for bringing me up to speed. 🙂
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You’re welcome. 😊
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I love the poem.. Great flow 😊
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Wow! That ending. So poignant, the contrast of it. Awesome!
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Thank you; I appreciate your feedback. 😊
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