Your crown is on the inside deep under the layers
This crown holds gems of the rarest kind
Faceted memories lay eyewitness to beauty and destruction; growth, decay, and a wind so stiff it pries your eyes
Peel the moss
Tucked away tight, I wish you would open so the world could see your light
Crown elevated so high; will you ever shine outside your secret cave?
Piles of chipped bling that lay scattered all around, give evidence to your creation so many years ago — time and place where shiny and treasured things were imported
They were important, cherished and displayed
Rally, then cry
Rally and cry
There are no flying monkeys, no shimmering gold, towering thin, magical cats wearing thick black eyeliner where you lay still and quietly waiting — there isn’t even a flutter
Stay still, hold tight, lift up your chin lest you rip the seams and reveal the sharp apex
When are you going to pay attention? Will you never stop balancing this book on your head?
You, so rare, so unique are buried deep
Tumble and spin, polish, and point; please listen to my word’s dear alpha alpha — queen of queens:
Take this heavy pain, twist it, and bend it then fashion it into a wreath –
Take it.
Take it!
It’s your one and only chance