The sun is warm on my face
The breeze flows around me
As I walk happily and quickly
On my way to somewhere wonderful today.
In my pocket there is a rock
It is small, not substantial enough to weigh me down
My hand strays to my pocket without my even knowing
And suddenly I realize my fingers are around it.
I had almost forgotten the rock was there
But somehow my hand remembers, I guess
My body knows what my mind sometimes forgets
That paths of light have pockets of darkness.
My hand leaves my pocket but the rock stays there
A small reminder of the dark sadness
As I walk happily and quickly
On my way to somewhere wonderful today.
Susan
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