I am not yet a diamond

I am blossoming,
destined to die as a diamond,
springing from the sullen soil,
shooting towards the sun like an ambitious rose,
only to be crushed beneath the snickering sun and banished back beneath the ancient earth.

I look into the mirror and I see a picture of perfect sadness.
One day this will all be a footnote,
a forgotten, faded day that won’t be revisited,
unless it is to bore my children with tales of how far I’ve come.
Today, it is still today.
I look into the mirror,
and I do not see the diamond that everyone tells me I am becoming.

I look into the mirror and I see nothing but crushed petals and trampled dirt.

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