The Boulder in Me

I thought I was a boulder Dusty forgotten thing, I was, Dirty and bruised and cold, I was, Alone and made of stone, I was Igneous, hollow thing

You put me on your shoulder Carried the weight of me, you did, Cradled the violent shake, you did, Palm soothed the ache of dread, you did See something I could begin

And split then did that boulder And hollow I was inside But many a gemstone glittered Trove in the fractures gaping wide