My Heart of Stone

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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

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⏰ Last updated: May 19, 2013 ⏰

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