Rough Diamonds
Beneath the weight of everyday stone,In the cracks of a weathered life’s terrain,There lie treasures not yet fully known—Rough diamonds born of struggle and pain.
Forged in the depths where pressure endures,They glisten with an untamed, raw light;Each facet a tale, imperfect yet pure,A beacon emerging from the endless night.
Unpolished, they tell of battles fought,Of resilience etched in every scar;In their irregular form, beauty is wrought—A reminder that strength shines where we are.
So hold fast to these fragments of grace,Even when life seems barren and gray;For within every rough diamond’s embraceLies the promise of brilliance, waiting to play.