There is a saying that the more a diamond is cut, the more it sparkles.
Well God knows I have felt the chisel.
Left to wonder, what hurts most?
The self inflicted or deliberate?
No matter, the blood it lets is always crimson.
Sadly, I always yielded to those blades.
I wasn’t listening, deafened by the noise of disappointment.
I closed my ears to the sweet chime of my own twinkle, paying no heed to the bright glimmer inside myself that could light the way.
Yet, in the end;
Cuts heal, ears open and diamonds dazzle.
And so will I.
had a prompt about using the word SPARKLE and it spoke to me this week.
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