Finding Myself
Smashing grey rocks to find the geode inside
An elegy
Written in memory
Of the person I was
Meant to be
Yet, never got the chance
To grow and form
The jagged crystalline
Structure
And shining low
Opacity
Of this
Glittering
Arrangement
Of minerals
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Inclusions only
Giving me
Character and
A storied history
Perfection –
A tragic farcical
Mystery
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Truth
Empowers and
Propels me
As thousands fall
In the crusted
Sanguine dust
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Though all languish
Radiant and bleeding
In the hour of need
I walk the path
Without hesitation or
Relief
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My soul
Emerges
Refined
Burnished
Shining in the
Bleak
Rays of morning
Exposed and
Glowing
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Smelted of
All impurities
Given over to the day
After a lifetime
Roaming
The haint tainted
Night
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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