rocks hurt
they poke
they prod
rocks tear
tender skin
revealing tissue, muscle
life
my skin is shredded
by precancerous polyps
by bear’s stutter
by the word WAIT
rocks make me
jump skip leap
from fear to fear to fear
EACH TIME
landing on a jagged edge
i hate rocks
i beg for relief
i beg for comfort
i beg God
STANDING FIRM
on the rocks
i wait for HIM
by a broken homeskillet
this homeskillet life 
I’m so happy you are BACK!!!!! Bless your heart!!!! I love your blog. I have missed it!