Diamonds

Diamonds are made from coal,
its how they start out.

Yet I believe that when we are born,

Diamonds are what we are about.

Pressure and heat

Turn coal into a crystal,

Yet us as humans,

The opposite is what is mystical.

When we are born,

As babies so tiny,

Our auras are bright,

Clear, white, and shiny.

It’s as we grow older that the auras solidifies,

It’s as we grow older that who we are is truly tried.

When pressure and heat

Become too much,

Our armor cracks

And we are hot to the touch.

Sometime we might cool,

Like a tropical breeze

Other times we will erupt,

Like a volcano undersea.

It’s these small actions

that define who we are,

It’s these small actions

Which illuminate our mars.

Written: Tuesday, October 30 2012