They say pressure makes diamonds
And diamonds are unbreakable,
Does that mean if we overcome adversity
That we then become invincible?
There are varying degrees of overcoming
Success has several levels,
Good can be even better.
If a diamond is perceived as perfection,
The epitome of perseverance,
What happens then when our struggle is imperfect?
When our results are could have done better?
Maybe ruby, jade, or sapphire
A precious stone but not the best.
Does that mean that we glisten, but we are yet still brittle?
Beautiful perhaps but not sturdy, and prone to eventual collapse?
In these lines, I see a perpetual struggle
A yearning to be as beautiful and persevering as a diamond;
Always chasing perfection but never accepting, never loving
Ourselves and all our imperfections.
Our stone may shimmer, but we seek a brighter sparkle.
This yearn for wanting to be something else
Builds insecurities and makes us hate ourselves.
Always comparing with more alluring gems
And not reminding that we’re just as precious.