As the cold anger
flows down like concrete,
heavy and clinging in all the creases,
let it go,
let it coat your soul
in its grey thickness
until even the sun can’t shine in,
and once dry,
let them walk upon it,
expose it to the elements,
wear it down, thin its layers
until the cracks form
and piece by piece it crumbles away,
washes into the sea of your indebted gratitude
save but for one piece,
held in your pocket
as a reminder of your hardness,
the road traveled as a heavy object
now shattered and lifted to the sky
as a symbol of the way
you no longer choose to be
©SpiritLed 2015