the girl with crystals in her pockets

  rose quartz, amethyst,
    plate of obsidian wrapped in my palm
               the full moon waged her wars
          between the light and dirty
               to assist me,
        all for me –

        it hangs from my neck,
   She rests a hand on my shoulder
             I would not take Her for granted
         ever the glimmering comfort
      She Who Listens To Me

                prayers written in my book
           to tell Her I am grateful
    for Her wisdom and Her patience
                       while I follow the path through the grass

           obsidian wrapped in my palm
      rose quartz by my heart,
                    amethyst in my mouth

           I will myself to peace.

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