She told me she was a stone,
smooth and tumbled,
worn down by steady currents so gentle, yet insistent and powerful.
Her crags and crevices abraded away,
bashed and broken,
pounded by constant forces so strong, yet glacially slow.
Until one day there was nothing,
no protrusions to catch on, to wedge her in place,
and she was smooth,
tumbling endlessly downstream.