[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]
Stone is immovable.
Stubborn in its immobility and durability.
A stone will not—cannot—bend its knees
To another. It will not succumb.
The wind may blow and the water may pound,
Eroding only over time. Slowly they will eat away
But the stone will yield until all that remains
Is a grain of sand.
For this and this alone
I shall turn my heart to stone
Be cut to the core
Or slashed by hate and regret to the bone.