I think it's funny how I
a crystal who creates solar systems
and galaxies with a whirl a pencil
can suddenly stop rotating
when her light source
her gravitational pull explodes.
When the hardest
and purest mineral in all of
planet Earth explodes
and creates a supernova
a nebula
a cosmo
a mixture of a new
undiscovered solar system
waiting to be unraveled
yet my rotating planet freezes
and everything once
alive
is now
dead
Because who can write in the dark?
YOU ARE READING
Ode to the broken crystal.
Poetry"if heaven has books, may this one go to you." - Your Daughter.
