Travelling to the edge of my mind, I threw a stone
and watched as the ripples touched
where the walls rise up, steep
I leave my obstacles to steep
in refusals and fear, till they are hard as stone
I watch to see if they will crumble when touched
I know if I open my heart, my soul will be touched
though this learning curve to inner calm is steep –
day by day I make ripples, try to erode the stone.
Inside myself is an obstacle, a steep stone that can almost be touched.
A tritina for NaPoWriMo day 7.