Crystalline

I am not good, I may never be.

My heart is withered and it storms.

Ferociously thunderous,

a child of its essence.

Should I reveal its palpitating hesitancy,

a bouquet of shrunken hydrangeas

and fragrant copper peonies,

could the rest permit a season in a crystal ball?

Could the crystalline frames provide considerable insight?

Could the bird’s nest give shelter to your eggs?

Could the shell be too shiny to leave on the shore?

I can only hope that

when the seasons change

the sun burns through my chest for those lost in the blizzard

and the moon shines through my eyes

for those buried in the sand.

Crystalline//Free Verse//21+//109//Auria Brown//This, along with many of my other pieces, reflect the struggles and fluidity of mental health. My pieces are words to the feeling and could be helpful to those unaware that they are seen and heard.//The hook immediately sets the tone for the general acceptance over the theme of this poem, leading into a vivid description of what can only be described as what it feels like to not be enough and overall hoping, at the end of the day, that what can still be given, despite, is grace.//Auria Brown is an aspiring writer/English teacher residing in the Ozarks in epic tenure with her mind of malleable stone and quirky conviction. Her main platform is her own two feet and her experience is twenty-one long, long years of life. She is most curious of the world around her, constantly taking in the wonders and beauty of the rurality she calls home. Writing mostly in free verse or prose, she finds solace in picking the seeds from her brain and planting them on blank canvases, watching them grow in the soils of sorrow and blossom for those who know, all too well, where to look. When she is not filling her laptop with grief in the candlelight, she is flooding the piano with songs of such in minor keys. Along with this, she may be found reading tales of realistic fiction, much unlike the heavy realness of her own pen, and escaping to worlds of brave heroines who forge their own paths, defying all odds against them.