Krystal Waters
Blue, green, red, and more.
This colored water will flow, I'm sure.
In its depths I spy something clear.
Why do you leave when there's nothing to fear?
I take the crystal from the liquid's hold,
and now the water is clear, and not so cold.
Looking at this crystal now,
I wipe some water from my brow.
Not from the water do the colors come,
and a realization makes my body numb.
For not the colored water holds something clear,
but the water holds a colored crystal dear.
Staring in the depths of this pool,
I found something clear and cool.
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So remember love and pain,
the inner you that cannot be slain,
and never surrender to the dark,
as you are not a minnow but a shark.
You may not see yourself so true,
though friends and lovers do.
Never surrender to any but you,
and live your life all the way through.
I would just like some thoughts on my poem; emotions, memories, etc., anything you want to say about it.
p.s. I don't like how I suddenly changed perspective at the --- mark. Any ideas about that would also be welcome.