made of stone

i took the picture

I am a mother without tears.
A cloak made of stone
Protects and preserves
My wandering heart
No surgeon could secure it
A loose cannon that explodes
Where it shouldn’t be
In thousand fragments,
different and more or less tiny.
It shines
When igniting
For a little hit of the body.
Nocturnal explosions
Spread rays of the dark paths of those who went astray.
When it shatters,
some particles
turn into tears
in contact with the skin, they become marble:
mini stalactites of the karst soul.