Mining Inside

Crystal Hope

In a dark, faraway cave
where she was alone.
Her heart was a statue
made of rock solid stone.

Words scratched frequently
at the gray, sharp rock.
Batterings and stabs
she used this stone as a block.

Until one day the words shifted
The words were no longer hurtful and cold.
These words pounded at the rock
and the gravel turned into gold.

  • Author: Crystal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2019 16:12
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
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  • ForeverJesus7

    This is a very nice poem.

  • Seek

    The power of words. Great write!



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