Diamond

I was born a rock On some nondescript plateau, The sort of stone that just blends in With the mountain’s scenic pose. They taught me how to follow What nature brings my way, And life as a rock was boring Because it repeated every day. Inside my little pebble brain I heard a daring voice, That told me how I lead my life Is really all my choice It told me I had splendor That resided deep within me, And if only I’d discover it I’d be a shining beauty. I still lived with the rocks To the world, one tiny speckle. But in my heart of hearts I knew that I was special. I was living for a purpose That one day I would discover, For such beauty would not be bestowed With no chance to uncover. On the day a tall man took me Anticipation filled my stone, For maybe he would help me Make my inner beauty known. With this mindset in my head I did not fill with fear, When he produced a set of tools And held me in the air. Finally a chance to prove What I’ve been guarding all my life! But I let out a small gasp When he chose his chisel knife. A knife is sharp, the blade is cruel How would I survive? While he chiseled at my body, Would I cope and stay alive? I made a strong decision Through this torture I would stand, I’d be proud to see the end results And prove it to this man. The chiseling was painful But I accepted without questions For I knew this all was necessary In my ultimate progression. And from my little rock-self Once just a speckle in the soil, With carving and precision Came a diamond for the royal. Diamonds aren’t born They don’t merely just grow, They’re a product of hard work And pain from the chisel’s blow. There’s beauty in each one of us A potential to unlock, Remember that a diamond’s worth More than a peaceful rock.