Diamonds

Rebecca Prochaska
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read
google images

She looked at me and said

“My darling, where have the diamonds in your eyes gone? You used to sparkle.”

I was taken back by her odd observation

I felt something different about me recently, in my spirit

But I was oblivious to the notion that it could possibly be shown through my eyes

Keeping my constant frown, I looked past her and whispered

“I knew long ago, that when he gave me those diamonds, he would taken them with him when he left.”

She looked at me with weary eyes

“But dear, don’t you see, you have to create and nurture your own diamonds.”

She was strong. She knew that, so did everyone else around her

No one asked if she was alright though, for this she was grateful

It allowed her time and silence to heal

When dusk fell upon the town, she would rest her eyes

Only briefly, Soon to be awaken by the sunrise,

With sorrowful eyes

Dreams tend to be better than any reality,

But hers was more distraught than anything

)

Rebecca Prochaska

Written by

Writer. Reader. Observer. Twitter/IG: peachy_ginger

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade