A Diamond

If I don't look, how can I see,
all the potential I have in me.
So fuelled with complaints.
Life's so unfair.
I miss all the magic that's really there.

A diamond.
buried by fear.
Under layers of time,
becoming less clear.
Still shining.
Fragments of light in the dark.
Optimistic,
one day the layers will fall apart.

A treasure to discover.
If I bother to look,
further than the pages of my...
'Story' book.
Eyes judge externally and rarely look inside.
Behind layers of denial is where I tend to hide,
shining away.
But no ones allowed to see.
Hidden away, even from me.
A diamond.

by kayla
posted on 05/04/2008