Dusty Diamond

Dusty Diamond

Pretty gemstones scattered on the ground

Amongst these lies a dusty diamond

Densely covered in particles of dirt

The half-witted call it ugly 

Kicking it away from the other colourful gems

Mournfully it sits in solitude 

Envying those glossy gemstones

It gazes at the shooting stars

It blows dandelions seeds

It wishes to be an eyeful gem

It whispers to be one of them

Instead it’s heaved, cast and thrust once more and again

The dirt begins to crumble 

The wind blows the dust away

Tumbling down the hill to the shallow river beneath

Its lustrous reflection sparkles under the fiery sun 

Didn’t you know you were precious?

Says the crow on the maple tree

Your doubts and insecurities obscured your beauty

Adámas the ancient Greeks named you

Because you are beautiful and unbreakable 

Thereon the diamond shone beyond any other gemstone.

Reviews

[teengurl]

a superb write...and it captured the feeling so nicely...how people who are actually so important feel like they are dirt...often they realize their own value only when someone else tells them about it...it is one of my favorite poem...and Ambra you keep getting better and better...hope you never stop writing and uploading...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

people can be like this..kicked and dirtied, yet they are still gems, even if they don't know they are.