Skipping Rocks



I have known her pain only

by the way her
feet move heavy on the ground beneath her;
by a smile—how it only gives a hint.
By her eyes;
how they go for days 
and years,

skipping rocks, splashing
on still water;
resting by their weight
on an ocean floor;
unheard, unseen.

Until now.




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