And you became that sailor lost at sea. Looking for other treasure
to give you warming rays
of light to fill your void
but only finding mixed minerals.
So you always came back
and each time you left
you tried to leave a crack
forgetting she's a pure mineral.
Forgetting she can't be broken.
YOU ARE READING
Ode to the broken crystal.
Poetry"if heaven has books, may this one go to you." - Your Daughter.