And the rivulets spun through tapestries of golden guilt, aligning themselves with the magnetic regrets of my life path. There’s a rage in me from everything that hasn’t worked out. A tendency toward pity and self-flagellation. A poor, little wretch who has come to believe that he deserves life’s beatings. But I’m a nice guy, so instead of directing that anger outward, I direct it at myself—a victim-martyr caught in a loop of self-punishment to save the world from myself. I want to wake up and feel love and purpose, but instead I just feel like I’m surviving—clawing my way back to feeling lost and uncertain only to fall back asleep and do it all over again. The child in me is scared. He’s crying in a dark room clutching his knees to his chest. I guess I’m waiting. Waiting for that fabled moment of clarity. Waiting for a beautiful woman to save me. Waiting for the path to reveal itself. Waiting for something outside of myself to make the choice for me. Waiting for life to happen instead of choosing it. I’m scared too. Scared I’ll make the wrong choice. Scared I’ll always be alone. Scared I’ll go the wrong way. But I’m more scared of waiting here forever and never knowing who I could’ve become. Yes, there are burdens in my life, pressures and darkness, but they are not the end—they are the forging. Without them I would never reach, I would never become something more. So I bless these days of darkness, these challenges in my life for blessing me with strength, wisdom and the opportunity for immense growth. Thank you.

In a cave, I found a gem.. 😲
That shine so bright.. ☺️
With all its light.. 💡
In multi hues.. 🏳️‍🌈
That prismatic radiance;
Is a spark of rays..
That speaks a thousand stories..
Which ignite so bright..
And dance like rainbow shades;
When passed through light..

Diamond spark;
With infinite rays..
Shiny stars;
With tiny radiance..
Surrendered with pressure;
Came as a miraculous gem 💎
That shine so bright..
With every light of sight..
Ready to spark;
   its brightness ever after.. ❣️

Amidst the chaos, a coal;
Found a purpose to shine ✨
That precious gem is “diamond”.. 💎

Such a story,
In all its glory;
Inspired to many.. ✌🏼
A natural wonder;
     Is though fearless,
       In all it’s adversities.. 👍🏼

Don’t fear the dark..😨
Neither surrender your spark 🔥
Just shine✨ the way you are.. ❣️

Forged.
Forged in fire.
It’s the fire that burned you.
The fire that was all consuming.
The fire that melted you down into nothing,
Or so you thought.
Forges are hot.
They cause pressure to make you change.
And without change,
A sword would still be metal.
A metal would still be rock,
And a rock would never become a diamond.
Pressure is important.
It hurts at first,
But then it strengthens you.
Strengthens you to something stronger.
Stronger than diamond.

Two Lost and Found butterflies.
Tears rolling down.

The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions  for each other and both twin butterflies.
Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past.
Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen.
Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat.
A fire burning for the longest time.
Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer
on speed.
The evil trashing defamatrex
Is still a great Impostor
****** a true queen bee's,
first landscape pradise.
Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here.
I am still no poetess
Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts.
A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief
Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living.
Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost,
And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth
poweted only by eternal love and gratitud.
I remain in love, my beloved's
pure loves ashes,
that heals me to my core

And I'm no longer lost nor alone.
My lonely thorny crooked path,
i have left behind.
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By: Karijinbba
Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting.
Rddbba All Rights Reserved.

Soapy hands
Frosted future
          Pure icelantic
Beauty

Memories fade in water


But grow and form with
Pressure

Resilient    but fragile
I'll never be a diamond

In her eyes I was glowing
She thought I was a rare find
A diamond in the rough—
No, I am moissanite.

I am never that grand,
Even a thousand painters
Couldn't paint me as they can't
Get inspired with my abstract self.

It would be better to wonder
From a far like looking at that cool car,
Let it not be known
That it is lacking in parts.