‘KRYSTAL’ CLEAR

Atop a crystal citadel,

Lies a moment waiting, for a broken girl

Towering above and beyond our world

This palace surpasses the cloudiest realm

A picture perfect place to dwell

Up until the day she fell....

Translucent walls share secrets told

Fractured cracks, aged and old

The pinnacle of this palace hides

A room without a view inside

A place where only one woman went

She knew, from here, that her soul would be sent

Clambering her way up onto the roof

A broken woman…with a hidden truth

Peering beyond diaphanous glass

Cracking the ceiling, concealing her past

With one eye open and two hands clasped

She prays this pain will be the last

The shattered roof, could hold her truth… no more

Thus the soul was released of a maiden forlorn,

Rapidly crashing through glass and crystal cut floors

Floor upon floor, more flesh tore

Slicing the dress, she constantly wore

No matter, no more, all had seen it before

Those who had blamed and named her a whore

The torrential downpour of slicing shards

Opened old wounds making way for new scars

Each piece of crystal..!  Every point of glass...!

Splintered her body, piercing the past

At last!
‘Krystal’ Clear, could finally see

Perfectly!
In pure harmony

Carey Milton ©