|Posted by Felicite Piper on December 29, 2010 at 12:22 PM|
The water rushes over me and shapes me as it sees fit
No discretion as to what is washed away, taking whatever it can get
Pieces of me lost as I am hit by the debris found in the water
Changing me little by little and at times unrecognizable, so why bother?
Resist the irresistible and get lost in the process
Is this cruelty or just a test?
Nothing more, nothing less
Pushed aside and redirected
Unreasonable to believe that you're not affected
What's left of you then is weak and brittle
Sensitive to the touch
To others the change may seem little
Is the story of the rock and the erosion riddle.
Erosion by Julie Vu