Rubies
There are those that lie in shadow,
Fearing all the world.
Their voices unheard
Their accusations absurd,
Or so they are often told.
Their pain may be silent,
Diamond tears on their skin.
Outcast and alone,
With hateful words thrown,
For an unknown, conjured sort of sin.
Too often their cries are silent
Until it’s too late.
Once they are gone,
Over their stories we fawn,
A lesson learned from the follies of hate.
Precious rubies so red
From torn pride and hope do fall
And those who wield the knife
Of the tease and strife
No longer stand so tall.
Their guilt shall be their prison
With a lock and key of heartache.
Holding regrets inside
For opening wounds that cried
Blood-red rubies that weren’t theirs to take.