The arduous journey for victims of circumstance... |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I clutched close to my damaged heart A ruby red stone for invulnerability, Embedding its protection into my chest To ward off the wounds from your sickness. And in the bottom of your poisonous drink, I have longed for you to find tiny topaz pebbles, For rubbing the wet stones upon your worn, weary eyes Would welcome clarity of vision. But, now, I clasp in my tired, timid hands The carnelian gemstone of confidence and action Infusing its strength into my suffering spirit To provide bold words for unsettled speech. And as you pour your pathetic cups of excess, I trust that you will soon find an amethyst tint. For the value of wisdom and resignation Should prove its own intoxicating effect. So I shall place upon my troubled tongue The sacred moonstone of good fortune, Drawing compassion from my own crumpled heart To gain insight on my curative journey. And when you finally fight the demons of intemperance, You may trade for my untainted turquoise shield, For this granted symbol of courage and fulfillment Reflects my wishes for your forthcoming return. |