A Short Dramatic Narrative
Going down a negative spiral with those I call friends.
Never speaking my mind just going with the flow.
If I’m with friends, my life is ok.
Wake up, go to the gig, then party with the friends that don’t empower, motivate, or know me.
When my body is expunged from this earth and it lays
in the blue skies and white endless clouds of purity
and I watch them cry, then laugh, then dance, then eat, then drink,
and I wonder
will they go on and live the same normal life without me??
I remember the stones my grandmother always held
calling them the bones of the earth
Rose quartz held dear to her heart for love and confidence
yet her Unakite stone was for self-awareness and self-love.
She possessed it all.
The bones of the earth silly to some but…