Hidden Gems (I never wanted to be rich)

6/25/15

In rainstorms,
I hold drops of water in my palms,
cradle them in my bones
like each molecule is a pearl
and I am its oyster,
cultivating alabaster memories
for years to come.
My chest squeezes carbon
into diamonds, gasping
for life-breath as I
drown in salty waters
and sink into
quicksand expectations.

I skip stones across sapphire seas
and hopscotch over realities
that are too painful to be true,
bleeding rubies from my tongue
anytime I try to speak.

My rib cage holds buried treasures
hidden beneath my skin,
drops gold doubloons between my bones
until each drop of sweat atop my brow
marks a cornucopia of wealth.
My demons delight in my secrets,
dumping fortune at my feet
until each step I take is labored
through hoards of independence
and I falter,
fall into the space between horizons.
dangling my feet into oceans
reflecting citrine sun rays
back to the sky.

I grab hold of the sunrise
and ride until tomorrow is
just another yesterday
and the gulls carry my freedom
through opalescent clouds.