Against the same rock

In the morning

my head I hit against a rock I love to hate

it laughed, then smirked, and enjoyed its stronghold grip.

At noon, amazingly,

I did it again

this time the rock exploded with such hilarity

that it slipped through the cracks and into my growing resolve.

At night, I smiled

I stepped over that old rock

and swerved right around a new one

I fell asleep, with a dream-stirred thought - 

maybe tomorrow could be a day without new scars.

Reviews

[Ashwin Shanker]

Is this poem about failed relationships? Just wondering...

[SleeplessVolcano]

One could possibly read that in it too......when I wrote it, it was for those addictions we all have....some not as obvious as others......we are all addicted to something.....

[Ashwin Shanker]

Yup. ranges from affection, appreciation, liquor, weed

[SleeplessVolcano]

Yes, the addiction to affection is an interesting topic.....I will use that in a poem...:)

[Ashwin Shanker]

Give me a credit too, when u finish ;)