There is a complexity
Even on the surface
Clear, dark
Pock-marked
Swirling
Translucent
In places
Opaque in
Others
Hinting
Of and
At the
Depths
Of what
Seems a simple
Stone,
Cut in half
So it may
Sit pretty
Before me
Within me
I don't care
What people
Say…
I can find
Beauty in
It.
In me,
But cleaved
In two
Reveals
The interior
World
That people
Never get
To see if
They judge
Me on
Appearance
Alone…
A crystal cave
Of wonders
Jagged and
Beautiful
White and
Clear,
Made more
Brilliant because
It is framed
By the black
Swirls of
Darkness
Which only
Serves to
Make the
Light all
The brighter
In comparison
If you look
Inside
Just right
There seems
To be no end
To the cave,
Like me
With imagination
We could go on forever.