I stand on the shore of my universe and stare into the void.
I watch the water that is life lap at my feet in helpless rage.
But I know that if I throw a stone, I can cause ripples.
And ripples may start small and insignificant.
But ripples are waves by the time they reach the shore.
In this world of intentional silence and blindness-
I will throw stones until one of the ripples I cause
turns into a wave that laps the shores strongly enough to cause change.
I hope you throw stones too.
If we all threw our stones at the same time,
Could our insignificant ripples create tidal waves?
About the Creator
Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Comments (4)
Lovely, Hope
Well that is one heck of an 'attempt' Love the metaphor of action and consequence. If only we all would gather and create the waves we need for real change to happen 💜 Beautifully done 💜 C
Oooo, this surely was veryyyyy empowering! Loved your poem!
One stone can start a ripple. Many stones can stir the sea. I’m with you—let’s make waves.