Jewel Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Jewel



Left in the corner,
in a room of nothingness
its many drawers remain
unopened,
forgotten by time.

Hidden in the back
of tiniest compartment
barely identifiable at first
covered in the dust
of a thousand nights;

a jewel glistens now
in his searching hand
washed by his own tears.
At long last
he has found himself.

Monday, May 23, 2011
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