The day roars in anger,
As I awaken bloody-eyed,
It bares its dragon fangs to me,
Demanding I return to the aether,
It threatens my chakras,

So I turn to the gemstones,
They are eternal war advisors,
I turn to the agate to calm me,
It’s fiery aura pushing me ahead,
I watch the ruby rage,
Impelling me to take on the day,

Unakite takes on purging my nightly malice,
I clutch a pristine diamond,
It animates me to be a force of good,
Amplifying opal carries the lance and standard,
Tiger eye suggests a practical method,
The onyx points the way,

While the pyrite drives me to stand up to the dragon,
I gaze at the howlite,
Quietly it tells me to forgive the day,
They serve as bulwark and bandage,
The dragon shall be subdued,
Whether through heart or force.

Comments
  1. A beautifully written work – skilled extended metaphor of healing “stones” as “bulwark and bandages.” As always an enjoyable read. Blessings.😊

  2. Loved reading this poem and my stones around me sizzled;-)

  3. earthtohp says:

    I liked the theme you chose. Very original. Almost satirical, I felt.
    Loved it. : )

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