thank you for reminding me that the world fell,
when skies shattered and tides swelled,
fractured soil swallowed chiming bells,
and red skies raining without quell.

at this point diamonds do define me,
in ways that hope and light beam,
shadows too, but without loathing,
and i want to thank you for reminding.

i began working tirelessly,
on foundations near the deep sea,
and built until i was free,
free from your eyes and wordings.

walls were now a bounty,
and tremors were no longer felt,
and scarring helps to tie imagery,
of what morals are and how to melt.

and one day out, around, about,
i heard an old voice say,
with cracking and maliciousness,
of how the world fell that day,

i was glad in ways for diamonds,
but wondered why you had,
taken pause and how your voice said,
of how the world fell that day.

but i looked down and back,
for a second,
and i kept walking forward,
glad in ways for diamonds,

and the reminder of how the world fell that day.