Crystal Ball

Protective, mystical.

Possessing endless meanings.

I give myself away to the idea of it all.

This orb from distant lands.

I look at it and feel confusion, anger, war, love.

So many hands have grazed over its imperfections and cracks.

A story of survival.

Made of labradorite, 

Said to cause prophetic dreams.

Gleaming with blues and greens like a hologram, 

Each angle beautiful.

A lesson.

I take all the parts of myself back slowly,

To reveal myself,

like the artist God himself,

is chipping away at me 

as a sculptor does to marble.