MUDDIED MOONSTONES

I'm muddied.
Dirt cakes my spirit,
Shutting out the sunshine from my soul.
My life is storm gray.

A wise man asked me if I was okay.
Across thousands of miles, he felt my aura.
He spoke of sadness and longing.
A wistful hopefulness
In muted shades of moonstone blue and rose gold.

My soul is opalescent inside,
Shining, shimmering, multifaceted.
So many sides that so few see.

My spirit shows little bits
Of yellow, pink, red, and sky blue,
But they are dulled, muted by my inhibitions.
Misunderstood of my own volition.

(4-7-2003)
(rev. 11-19-2008)