The Truth about Diamonds

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We are all carved from diamonds.

Our minds, 

Glitter and gleam with polished, pristine goals to achieve

Our eyes,

Gaze at the dazzling futures that they destined themselves to pursue

Our bodies,

A million little facets that construct beings of utter magnificence

 

So many of us dazzle the world in a myriad of light,

But is this shine of the world’s truly that perfect bliss?

 

Should we shine?

 

As I wander blindly through sparkling crystals, 

Dark little truths 

Crack through the fractals and blacken my world.

 

Coal.

The black rock that pollutes our world in a grimy haze.

The obsession that sends people into spirals of frenzied greed.

The darkness that dominates our world.

 

And it compresses into diamonds.

 

Slowly.

Rifts widen into abyssal fissures in sky, sprinkling

Showers of sharp shards onto my face,

They pierce my skin and sting like bees it’s

Real. 

 

It’s all fake. Everyone glows because they know of their 

noxious roots, of their darkness and

I see it in their fragmented smiles and in the reflections of laughter, of cackling.

They want to ignore the truth but I can see it.

And I would rather live in the clarity of darkness than be blinded by diamonds.

 

But when the light manages to reach me and illuminate my skin, my glimmering shards flicker back…

 

And I’m afraid…

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Anonymous