Pulsing ever so slightly
Wrapped in folds of thick crimson
Translucence at its peak
Harder than limestone, granite, marble
Magnificence greater than that of the dove
Luscious lavender striped with pearl, pink, lilic
Winking, opening with the touch of light
Winter cloaked in welcome vacancy
Pursued, infamous, resilient
Warily placed into one’s care
Hawk’s eyes raptly tracking its handle and preservation
Charting its path and planning its course
Swiftly plucking it back under threat of danger
Alert to slight disturbances in its image
Smallest scratch, tiniest dent, faintest smudge
Attention so vigilant sleep is forgotten
Tiredness has caught up bringing sluggish and negligent along
Out of the watchful eye
The dove slips
Passing from the grip of paranoia
Falling, air rushing past
No, pushing downward
Free from overwhelming scrutiny
Ensnared by risk and disappointment
The marble is chipped
Harmed by what was dearest
Caution left behind
Devastatingly perilous, unfit to be leant on
This jewel is to be trapped
Ensured security at the utmost
A chest overstuffed with fluff and cushion
Fortified by the most paramount bolt
Penitentiary only known by her iron key
Secret kept to herself
Silvery, flashing, floating dust
Bars toppling cloaked in shadowy night
Sawed away leaving a void hole in its wake
Stone slabs soundlessly removed
Fluff trashed and burned
Prison stripped, destroyed, consumed
My dove more vulnerable than ever
Forcefully taken, the resilient stone it was
Dropped once more
Escaping my best intentions yet again
Welcoming, inviting its lethally luminous fate
Embracing pain as it shattered
Shards scattered abroad, specks, dust
Three lucky sizeable pieces
Fastened together, reassembled
Yet not complete, not as glorious
Scars cross its face, redefine it
Chipped occasionally, half absent, destroyed
Transparent now, glass
Fragile, predictable, undesirable
Veins deface its image, used
Lavender does not flourish in the night
Light makes it open, fuller, radiant
Gems come at a higher price than glass
Rare, a sight to behold
Glass is replaceable, usual
Found stuck to every house, building
Around every corner
My heart of stone
Cared for, reserved
Has been broken by the most trusted
The one with the best intentions
Because the only one who knew the secret
Who could break it
Was myself
