Winter wounds carve the deepest,
Cancerous in their cold insistence;
Glaciation leaves a mark.
But once the tears wash away the gravel,
Your new landscape will drop jaws –
As the desert was scoured into the Grand Canon,
Everest buckled and heaved with stress,
So your beauty will shine,
Common carbon to delectable diamond.
I
can
see
your
sparkle
through the trees….
As carbon lies in hidden tombs,
the weight of the world on its shoulder,
its cells align, and, groaning deep,
its troubles make it smolder;
but as the pressures bearing down
create unbearable stresses,
from earthen womb bursts forth a gem
of diamond-studded tresses.
.
As your hope lies in hidden tombs,
the weight of the world on its shoulder,
its cells align, begin to weep,
for troubles make it smolder;
but as the pressures bearing down
create unbearable stresses,
from spirit’s womb bursts forth a gem
transformed, by pain’s successes.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 