The makings of coal

But I had a plan

To create a diamond

In the palm of my hand

So I formed you in the depths

Deep below the surface

Though dark,  I was there

The depth had a purpose

To take you to a place

Where you only saw me

And the love that extended

Even past what you see

This readied your heart

For the pressure that came

Where you longed for relief

From the ache of the pain

And I’d squeeze your hand

To remind you I was there

To bear the weight with you

Your burden to share

The temperature rose

And so did your fear

How could you survive?

You asked through your tears

So I blew my cool breath

To lessen the heat

Held your face in my hands

And kissed both your cheeks

Time seemed to stand still

As you waited and yearned

For an end to the  process

What more could be learned?

Now it was time

To polish and file

To smooth the rough edges

And cut for a while

It hurt me to know

That the trimming brought pain

But I knew what I was doing

That this loss would bring gain

And I held you there

In the palm of my hand

And saw the fruition

Of my glorious plan

There you were, such a beauty

“unbreakable, untamed”

A true “adamas”

Just like you were named

Your beauty unmatched

Strength more than enough

My priceless treasure

My diamond in the rough