My room is large.
I have a fireplace
with a wooden mantelpiece
acting as an arbor over it.
On the edge, dangles
a crystal.
She's like a teenager.
She has mood swings
every day, depending
on how much light
shines on her each day.
She likes to speak encouragement
to me, but that only happens
when she isn't feeling ugly.
A crystal, feeling ugly?
Is that possible?
But it is.
In reality, she is a
chip from the azure sky.
An inner light shines like the heights above.
She was stolen from her niche
in the sky, and she wants to get
back to true happiness which the
she can only find in the light.
I wish I could rocket my crystal
to where it belongs, but she
reminds me of how my life
looks like. So I'll keep her.
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