Ocean of Thoughts

Everything that’s been thrown at you
Comes in stones
Some are small
Some far too large to handle

Some missed by a milimeter
Some gave you a scratch and bruises
Those of which are thrown by strangers

But the ones that would make you bleed
Are thrown not by those from a distance
But those who are closest to you
People whom you thought are your friends
Are the ones near enough to make the lethal blow

They would leave you in serious injury
But would tell the world they’re the ones who are hurting

But mind you
All those rocks thrown at you
You must make them into your
Stepping stones

You may be injured
Your wounds pulsating
You don’t know for how much longer

But keep climbing that rock mountain you’ve formed
Through those thrown stones
Until those who used to be so close
Turn smaller from view
As you drew higher

The ones whom you though you couldn’t live without and hurt you anyways
Are but a distance now