Crystal
~ a poem from my poetry collection
It feels a little vulnerable to share this poem from my poetry book: ‘When Two Worlds Meet’ — second book in The Worlds Series.
I wonder how it will be received, what it might stir, or how it will be seen.
Still, I believe we are all beautiful crystals — shattered the moment we arrived on Earth. Life scatters our pieces far and wide, and it becomes our quiet task to search for them, to gather what was broken, and to remember the shape we once held.
This poem is one of those fragments I found along the way.
~ Be
Crystal
I am still
That hidden treasure
That girl
With that perfect Soul
That is sought
I feel ‘they’ are coming closer
That time is running out
For how long can my guardian angels
Keep me safe
Before the world sees my true face
What will happen then?
This girl,
My human being,
Is still not aware
Of that great power that is
Buried within her Soul
That crystal clear crystal
That has been kept safe and hidden
For so long
How will this story evolve
How will we know
When will she see
And recognize the inherited royalty
She carries
Within her sleeve
So close,
Yet unseen
Hopefully she will break the barriers
Soon
And acknowledge herself
As the ultimate feminine queen
Is restored within her womb.
© Be Budding
You’ve written this exactly how I felt for years, and I still find pieces even over 50. I believe that’s just how it’s meant to be. I hope and pray I find healthier ones and strong ones and so many more from here on out. Thank you so much for sharing this! You’ve reminded me that, a disability isn’t the end and I can keep going. ❤️🩹❤️🤗
The poem feels like someone gently lifting the veil on their own inner life, revealing a part of themselves that has been protected for years. There’s a quiet trembling in the way the speaker wonders what will happen when the world finally sees her true face this crystal‑bright self that has been hidden, guarded, almost forgotten. The girl in the poem doesn’t yet recognize her own strength or the quiet royalty she carries, and that unawareness makes her feel tender, vulnerable, deeply human. The fear of exposure sits right beside the longing to be known, creating a soft tension that runs through every line. The crystal becomes a symbol of a soul that has survived, waited, and kept its clarity despite everything. What makes the poem so moving is the hope woven through it the belief that one day she will break her own barriers, step into her power, and finally see herself as she truly is: whole, luminous, and worthy of her own crown.