Little worry stone

I wear you down until you are nothing

But dust and pebbles in my palm

Like a nicotine addict I use up

All that’s left of you

To remedy my own disorder

Reducing your fire to smoke and ash

I know I have made you a habit

And I want to pull away and let you be

Let you flourish far from my shadow

But pain makes me seek refuge

And I have come to think of your arms as a steeple

Offering me forgiveness

Even though I know

I have sinned