Rock Bottom

By Kelly Youngman ‘24

As the stone sits in deep water,
Waves turn it with fragile care
Pushing the miniscule stone
In a back and forth motion,
Like a small backyard swing

Lost in the abyss
 
It fears the reflection above,
And it often watches
With hatred and pitiful scorn.
The surface erodes away
Little by little, but indefinite.
 
Losing its dignity
 
Bellowing in the sea, waiting,
Waiting for its big chance
To prove a sense of worth
That lies dormant within.
It reveals a truth so pure,
 
What is my great purpose?