An Ode to My Worry Stone

In the palm of troubled hands, you lie,

Truth: silent stone, beneath the restless sky.

Smoothed by time, countless thoughts caressed,

You ease the mind, lay fears to rest.

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Humble pebble, simple, small,

Yet in your grasp, the mightiest fall.

Anxieties that cloud the fractus mind,

In your embrace, their calm they find.

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A river's dance upon rocky shore,

Has shaped your form, a tale of yore.

A balm to souls, in life’s tempest tossed,

With you, dear stone, no hope is lost.

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When fingers trace your cool, flat plane,

A peace is found: a sweet refrain.

For every doubt and every tear,

You whisper, "Shh, I'm here, my dear”.

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Ode to you, my steadfast guide,

In pockets deep and palms reside reside-

Worry stone, with silent might,

You turn my darkest days to light.