Crazy Stone Rockheart
Sometimes I'm a withered moon
Just burrowing into a cloud
When the sky only offers
A weak red morning Sun
A few dirty grey ragged clouds
Best intentions are scuttled
Melancholy colours life
Yet I will not traffic my soul
For a miserable, bitter mind
Calamity hardens and softens
Then my red heart is hard rock
That sinks under pressure
Deflating my puffed pride
Birthing bursts of rivers and springs
Melting in repentance
Yes , rocks do that and more
Should you split and mine me
Find an abundant treasure
A trove chest of love, compassion
Avoiding tempting self indulgent pity
An understanding that calamity
Is not peculiar or unique
Draw wrath on wrath personally
Descend into insolent envy even
I am sedimentary cosmic stardust
A rock of divine humanity
I see the nature of things
I will wield no evil .
© 2019 Sher Chandley
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