Gemstones
By Sherri S. Crowley
My hopes and dreams--
a ruby shaft of sparkling stone
cut with deft precision
from my heart,
tossed casually onto the tile of the hallway
and left lying--
exposed and abandoned,
gradually pulverized into powder
by the repeated striking
of cold steel.
In its place a stone
lodged, and healed over,
heavy and tearless,
lying dormant--
pressurized.
Until one day,
by precision blade,
it is exposed again--
a diamond,
cold, hard, and colorless,
dazzling in captured light
reflecting prisms from all colors--
splintering the light that passes through it
into rainbows.
This gem,
more rare
and more exquisite
than the first,
rests quietly
in that heart--
where hopes
are dawning,
and old dreams awaken
into possibilities.
This poem was written as part of a process of inner healing which has been occurring over the last 7 years. We all go through stuff. Thankfully with time, and God's help, we heal.
Dang, Mama, you area a *good* poet. :D
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