i stopped by to paint my mood,

but rain set in and the colors ran muted to grey…

i stopped by to drop off my baggage of frustration –

realized the gates to acceptance were closed –

access denied…

i stopped by – (third time’s the charm) – to trade in my chaos, for calm –

to no avail – (three strikes, you’re out!)…

almost as seldom as never –

generosity chosen instead of obtain.

in this world so full of people,

unimaginable – thoughts of feeling alone.

and yet,

in place of shells with stories to tell,

we end up less than polished stones –

on this shore of life,

unnecessary –

uncollected –

simply – rocks.