No two stones shall weather the storm the same
We all have our cracks and crevices
The channels formed from circumstances
That make us all we see and hear
Some harden under pressure
Built to hold the load alone
Kept inside for no one else to see
Others crumble into dust
Unable to escape the weight
Their bonds broken into nothing
And then there are gemstones
Polished by the heat and time
Beauty rising from the ashes
There’s no telling what may be found
On the other side of life
Without going through
The pathway walked may be shared
But the ride will ever be unique