I am but a little nick on a giant diamond wall
etched with images
made by those who did something
who made a difference
who you can notice.

And I’m just a tiny scratch of a passerby
who wished they could leave a mark
like the huge images.
But they were blessed with a chisel
and all I have
are broken fingernails.

I try and try to carve something
to make a beautiful image
but it’s of no use.
I wasn’t born for this.

Only diamond can cut diamond.
And I am not like the diamonds.