Diamonds in the Roughest of Times!
By Mark Edgemon

Grinding with pressure, purified by heat,
A lump of coal endures hell.
And although not strong of substance,
It survives when stronger metals and ores,
Crumbles to sand and gravel.
And unlike when tragedy hits,
When calamity overwhelms,
The coal learns to live with the pain.
It becomes apart of it, a way of life,
Increasing focus, expecting only to survive,
In the day of discovery, when the debris is removed,
It shines, it glorifies, it reflects the light.
And all it ever really wanted to do, was survive!

 

The End

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