From Rock Bottom

At 17 a hurricane came. The strangers I had been living with didn't even try to hold on to me. I landed atop a new heap. I am searching for my mother, my brother. Exhausted, I just rested there on the heap. The only chance I had was to get back down to the bottom. 

Finally, I descended into the heap. My heart swelled with love and excitement. I was over the moon and the luckiest rock ever! My mother and brother were right here. I was on top of that heap. There was nothing that could get me down this time. My dad was far away some where was all they knew. I enjoyed every second with my family. I was finally home. 

I heard of a friend who lived near the bottom of the heap so I traveled down to see her one day. We enjoyed catching up. She was horrified about what I had been through. She had lost her father as well. I promised to come see her all the time and headed back up to my home. 
Excited to tell my mom all about my visit, I rushed into section of the heap. Mom? Brother? I looked here and there. They were no where. Everything was gone and so were they. The others all around remained. 

Strangers began to look sadly at me. 'Where are they?', I asked.
Your mother decided it was time to go elsewhere so she and your brother jumped up and into the tide. She had watched as they were washed away. 
I didn't know what to do. I was lost again. I had only been home a short while and now I had no home...again.  I decided to stay where I was for as long as I could. I ran here and there. I began hanging out with anyone who would have me. It wasn't long before I was in this crowd and that. 

I sought out love from the first rock to want me. Soon after I found that I would now have a little rock of my own. I had no home, I had troubled friends and now, still 17, I was going to have my own little rock to love and take care of. 

To Be Continued...

Tiny Rocks

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You see those tiny rocks? I started at the very bottom of the heap. The bottom was safe for awhile and it is where I learned the goal of moving to the top. By the time I was 4 I was making such good progress in moving upward. I loved my friends and family and we moved up together. When I was 6 the earth trembled and I was knocked back down staring upward for my friends and family. A year later my family showed up. I was forced to make new friends. Things were great and we were moving back upward. I was happy and I loved my family. I turned 8, then 9, 10 and 11. 

 

We were a quarter of the way up. I was so proud. No fears, no worries. When I was 11 a tornado came through separating me from my family and friends. I landed on top of a new, unknown heap. I was quickly pushed further and further down until I reached the bottom. I did not care. Strangers all around and knowing I would never see my family again. This heap of rocks were not like my own. I was alone to do for and fend for myself. I would meet new families that would take me in for awhile here and there.
I had decided that I would stay at the bottom. If it is this hard and lonely here then I don't want to move upward. I snuggled in to this world of silence, abandonment and strangers. What more was there?
As all little rocks do, I was getting older. Whether I wanted it or not I was being pushed upward by the strangers....but to what?


To Be Continued