The Pebble

I might have been a dreamer
Escaping in the dead of night
Embarking on a brand new fight
Against all cost, my faith a ghost
A scintillating shimmer

I might have been a healer
A soothing touch, a gentle word
What makes us different from the herd
A noble host, the ailing lost
To guide afresh, a tiller

I might have been a river
Traversing through abysmal gorges
‘till time and patience deeply forges
Untravelled path, in mirth and wrath
And ever questing fever

Instead, I’ve been a pebble
A toss-out stone just out of reach
a sun-bleached relic on a beach
eternal scorn, but friendly worn
a peregrine and rebel…