Diamonds Poem


People say diamonds are created under pressure.

That may be true.

They say that people work the same way.

That is a horrible simplification.

Heavy with blame and dark failure.

Towards those that collapse under the crushing wait and confused as to what they did wrong.

***

Diamonds form under very specific circumstances.

They start from coal or carbon and not dirt.

Nobody would expect a diamond to form from such a garbage situation.

Yet they expect the same from people coming from equal situations.

Shocked when they cave in from a lack of proper foundation.

Leaving them as rubble when they fail to become a diamond.

***

It is not their fault that they were never coal or were able to stand the pressure.

Sometimes just a different situation is needed first.

Some get there on their own and others need help.

Rolled into place with care.

Pressure slowly increased.

Diamonds take time to form and people forget that part.

***

A different group would prefer to never become a diamond.

Not wanting to have to be so resilient and tough.

Prefering to stay on the surface instead of being driven deep into the ground.

Left to wait to be considered of value.

Separate and left to dig their own way out.

The problem is that it is usually the diamonds that realize that want.

***

I would rather not be a diamond.

I am a human that breathes.

Far more complex than a rock even if not as tough.

I also know the truth of the matter.

It is one process to turn a human into a diamond.

But there is never any way to turn back.


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