Rocky roads....

I have always been my own rock
Not polished, or statuesque, not glimmering with precious stones or metallic residue
But steadfast and enduring and solid

I have braved waves of emotion, constant battering from angry vicious winds
I have born the weight of others
I have suffered the hacking and picking and steady accumulation of fear, of doubt, of despair
I have maintained my structure and integrity through avalanches

My own character has been chiselled from this rock
Morals moulded, opinions hammered
I have scratched my direction and continually sanded away at my flaws

But this rock is crumbling

Slowly, certainly, falling apart
Leaving the steel rod that forms my backbone exposed and vulnerable
The bright, strong, gleaming iron is gradually rusting
The everyday oxidation and toxication of life is corroding it's power
Jeopardising my ability to stand tall and keep my head up

This structure has withstood wobbles and tremors and shakes
But never before has it been this close to utter collapse
I have manifested and perfected this rock for so long
It has become more than a strength of character or a coping mechanism
It has become my definition

So now...
I need a new rock

Brighton rock with my name written through your core
Sweet and jaw breakingly solid
A rock of ages to see me through all stages and phases and put up with my incessent bullshit

Caringly carved from solid marble, practically perfect
Smooth, secure, my stronghold
Broad shoulders, firm grip, grounded feet, unshakeable

More than a pebble, I need you to be my unpenetrable mountain
My fortress without the associated solitude, just me and you
Your gravelly voice reducing the attacks of the world to rubble

My beautiful gargoyle, unchanging and undefeatable
The cornerstone and foundation of my world
That's not much for a girl to ask for...is it?

And in return?

I will be every metaphor, analogy, emblem, similie and cliche you could ever need

I'll be your partner in crime, your eternal flame , your comforter, your best friend
Your commrade in arms, your provider, your night nurse, the light at the end of all your tunnels
I'll be your muse, the mother of your seed and of your inspiration, your die hard fan
Your homegirl, your secret little freak, your breath of fresh air, your band aid

I'll be all the cake your hidden fat kid could ever need, your favourite pair of jeans and your darkest fantasy
I'll be the rhythm your heart beats to, the song your soul sings, your great escape

And when you've helped rebuild me
I'll be your rock too