Power of voice

I am a small pebble,
Cast aside – unwanted, unloved.

If you hold me in your hand, I will glow;
If you hold me to your heart, I will shine.

If you throw me away
I will be lost forever.

Lull me to sleep,
For I shall not rest,
Even with my eyes closed.

I can sense the dance
Between mover and witness,
Those inner impulses
Are fixed into reality;
Fragments of text
Define my understanding,
Drawing thoughts with words
That echo my shifting consciousness.

My spine tingles
As you fix me with your wayward smile,
Studying the pebble held in your hand.


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