Smoky Quartz and Fluorite:

There is a permanency in death—

There is no escaping from that reality.

You will not wake from a dream,

or simply switch on a light...

In the moment,

You feel numb,

INDESCRIBABLE

emptiness, an

echo of a silent scream...

But in the abyss,

there is a glimmer of hope.

You are loved

You are enough

You’re worth all self-doubt

You are a head lamp,

in the underground mine of your soul;

let the pick axe swing-

And

chip away the debris—

Underneath, is a pocket full of gemstones

Because inside,

those smoky quartz eyes

is clarity

Let you’re heart be full, as fluorite

Your purpose in life,

engrained like a conglomerate

You’re too

VALUABLE-

Rarity

PRECIOUS

GEM OF THE EARTH!

Stay with me...