rocks

there are many rocks

which you shape and carry

and some you leave behind

the shore is littered

with boulders to pebbles

smooth to unrefined

but deep underneath the shore

there lies a great diamond

which you must preserve

you touch a jagged edge

and cry as you bleed

so you stand back to observe

you've carried large boulders

on your back, and though some

were not to worth the weight

you still stand in disbelief

when they crack and break

and even after the pain abates

you cry and cry and cry

and your tears tarnish

into rust

castles turn to rubble

and another one

bites the dust

but the diamond deep below

twinkles restlessly

as its facets reflects your fears

your sadness turns to fury

when your diamond

shows you your tears

you turn your heart

into a diamond

to obliterate the one in hand

and before you know

what you have to done

you crumble into sand