You are a diamond.

"You see..."
you told me.

"A diamond.
So many sides
and so many edges."

You've got the ups and the downs.

Your soul burns red with desire--
to make a difference in the world
to rebuke the unruly, defiant man sitting next to you
A desire to be strong.
To look at someone straight in the eye and say:
"Don't mess with me."

But then another side of you
enjoys a good joke,
a good cheat,
a good escape.
The feeling of possessing something.
The feeling of selfishness.

And then..
there's another side of you.
A side that loved the comfort of being around people.
You've always loved parties.
The never ending stories and experiences--
that makes no sense to you by the time the sun arrives.

But theres another side of you
a side of you
that enjoys the safety and comfort within your four walls.
A side that wants to stay at home
away from the mess outside.

And then you tell me you don't care
you tell me:
"It doesn't matter"

And then you come back
and say
that your dreams
your goals
are what matter the most.

I wonder

How can one person have so many sides.
So many different sides.
And so many fine edges that stand between them.

Countless sides that coincide with each other.

How can something full of rough edges
something so sharp

Be so beautiful.


again--

We are all diamonds.