Stones I Keep

Stones I Keep

They don’t glow, they don’t hum,

they just sit where I leave them

cold to the touch,

hard as the truth

you won’t say out loud.

No gospel, no spell,

just quartz and amethyst,

lined up in a dish

like old coins

from a place I barely remember.

No they don’t fix what broke

And don’t promise to try.

But I hold one tight

when sleep won’t come

and lies press down

like damp on bone.

I keep one near the bath,

one in my coat —

the one with the chip

where I dropped it once

on the way to a funeral.

I don’t know if they heal,

but they stay

when others don’t.

And that’s enough.

1.Rose Quartz

I never wore pink

but I keep this near my bed.

It’s smooth, shaped like a heart

I reach for it

when the ache returns.

It doesn’t judge

doesn’t flinch

just listens

the way people don’t.

2 Smoky Quartz

Found it in a market

between cheap rings and old books.

It looked like glass left in fire

and felt just right in my palm.

I held it

through the worst conversation of my life.

Never said a word

but I did.

3 Citrine

It’s meant to bring light.

I don’t believe that

but I liked the colour

reminded me of my aunt’s old perfume bottle,

gold and a little stubborn.