Crystal

 

I shattered the vase

overflowing with lies,

a crucible of hate, gilded

in a crystal disguise.

 

No flowers of love,

could grow in that tomb

my heart heavy and laden,

wilted and failing,

the weight of despair.

 

But fortune finds favour

with those seekers of the light

and into the darkness,

it did shine softly, 

breaking the night.  

 

And the words of the song,

breathed from the boughs,

of the heaven within:-

 

"Love yourself child

above all and all else

know your own worth,

I am here with you always

whenever in doubt,

just whisper to me quietly

just ask for my help."

 

little Bear x

 

© little Bear, August 2015