The Stone Cutter by Melissa Bird

Poetry. The lyric we are defined by. The seed of life. This is where our pains our glories our wants and needs reside.  All balled into paradoxical strings preaching we are alive. We are here. Please enjoy the lyrics of Melissa Bird.

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The Stonecutter

I cut at this stone

some relief

its trapped

the figure tight

needs to be released

as I gouge

moves its hands

opens its eyes

stretches the mouth

bares its teeth

deeper I gash

into the stone

it can scream in agony

the more relief is shown

it is still trapped

can’t stretch its arms

can’t break the tether

to free its legs

and run

face contorted in pain

held in place

demanding to be free

begging me to let it go

so much work to do

I dig further into the stone

straining, sweating, crying

so much work to do

deeper, yet deeper still

the further I go

the harder the stone

it won’t let go

looking for the heart


I finally find it

her head is free

her arms

her legs

they struggle, pushing

against the strong hold of the stone

thrashing, screaming for freedom

I make the last cuts

finally free

the figure looks at me

no longer a relief

what to do

standing on her own

where to go



returns to the stone

for relief

the stone is cold

it rejects her

doesn’t belong anymore

did she ever



she backs away

from the mother

unfamiliar now

wasn’t it always


looking at her home

the heart

doesn’t fit anymore

did it ever

knows too much

can’t return



turns her back

new beginnings

new life

searching for

the stonecutter

who set her


to thank

no one


only her

brings her hands up


gripping a chisel

An emerging poet, writer, and editor – Melissa Bird uses words to communicate the experiences that have shaped her love of writing. You can connect with Melissa on Linkedin

4 thoughts on “The Stone Cutter by Melissa Bird

  1. Kevin I’m so honored that you chose to highlight my favorite poem! It’s about the struggle of recovering from childhood trauma as a woman. How painful it is and hard to do. But that inside there is a person who you may not recognize but has been there all along. Thank you for the support!

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