The Jade
It's like I'm jade in the mist of
diamonds. Where's my hero
who will discover me despite
the temptation of those
diamonds? I see someone.
Wait...he's picked up a diamond
and walked away. Will no one
ever discover my worth? Look
past my shining shades of
green. Turn away from the
glisten of those diamonds. I am
the one in a million. And then I
spot someone. Who is that? He
looks confused, but he's
walking torwards me. Is this
really happening? He's passing
all the diamonds! I see that he
has spotted me. And then I'm
afraid. He will pick me up and
see that I'm different. He won't
understand my beauty and
what elements make up my
existence. He will see that I'm
as beautiful as those diamonds,
but far too complicated to
figure out. Will he see that my
light can shine through to his
soul? Will he see that I'm real?
He has to see there is so much
more to me than beauty. I'm so
much deeper. Maybe that's why
my jade is far too complicated
to penetrate. He approaches
and examines me. There is a
look on his face as if something
surprised him. He has realized
something in me. He has
learned all there is to know abt
me and my jade is beautiful to
him. He submerges into each
layer and explores what is
there. He accepts and loves the
very raw me. Before I was
dusted off and shined to a
superficial brightness. My jade
is different. It is beautiful and it
is deep. not shallow and
predictable like a diamond. You
have to search far and wide to
find my kind. And if you do
come upon one of my kind, it
was not a coincidence.
Copyright © San'Tina Mickens | Year Posted 2014
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