The hand that first plucks a diamond from dark obscurity rarely wears the final polished stone. The eye that initially sees the beautiful gem in the dirt seldom delights in the refined treasure.
But I can reveal the brilliance in my own life and I can behold it every day.
I am my own diamond.
© De Beers LV Limited
The temperature rises,
the pressure builds
a lattice of emotions
bonds within
… then erupts
into the untamed waterfall,
each drop the perfect
tear
every one a diamond
uniquely constructed,
absent of all colour yet
full of the light of life.
Encased within
each tumbling sphere
lies the joys,
the pains,
the highs,
the lows,
all
created by my heart
then steadily expelled
from my body
through the optical valve.
Each diamond tear
coolly releases pressure
from within the hot volcano of my mind.
Transformation continues,
the diamonds lose their shape
and glow
the furnace of emotions
simmers as
embers turn to dry ash.
Welcoming winds clear
the hearth
(Be seen no more.)
