There is a big black stone
on my chest
that keeps growing heavier.
I thought I was free
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Rebekah, you got talent, but like the boulder on my shoulder, burdens can be pushed away with will and pop pop fizz fizz what a relief it is.
n age old theme presented in a novel way.Theheavy stone is an excellent descruption of that aching need
this poem = greatly done. i can relate and i like it alot.
A beautiful poem Rebekah - I really enjoyed this and I think you have written it superbly with great melancholy. Steve
Excellently & originally done; a fine mature piece of writing that speaks to the depths. Thank you.