~This poem is based on a mental illness called ‘Scrupulosity’ One metaphoric definition is ‘Like a sharp Stone or stabbing pain in the shoe’
~~The stone in my shoe was small, Hardly noticeable at all, How it got there I did no know,
Over time it grew and broke in two, Maybe if I got another pair of shoes That would do,
Getting taller as I grew, my shoes got Tighter my feet began to fester, The smooth stone became sharper Causing pain,
Through life the stone crumbled Into several stones building a wall, Each building upon another,
Until the strain was just too much, In vain I tried to build this wall My brain kept telling me this Is enough but I refused the help That was offered,
It had no foundation I had rejected the Cornerstone* Setting up my own system,
I began to hate the stones I used And tried to remove them But the more I did they seemed to Increase
Then one day I felt buried beneath Them, I had hidden behind this wall so Long I could not find a way out, I was trapped,
The stones wrapping about me with my calloused hands and Broken heart,
What would I ever do? When a Thought came to my mind,
If it weren’t for the stone in all Its imperfection causing this
Duress that constantly happened,
I would not become refined I would go through life thinking I was fine,
But the stone in all its roughness Had through fire and flame been Tested
I then had to to romance it, It became a polished stone!
A beautiful gem with a precious Cornerstone as a sure foundation, The prize of all my possessions!
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