Sometimes she asks her own self
Why do diamonds exist within her
Maybe because the waters rinsed her
Left on the shore, with a walking stick.
Maybe because for everything there is,
There first was a fight, including her breath, her heart, and her mind.
Maybe because she looked upon and inside,
Tried to feel without judging and light up a light.
Maybe because it takes way less pressure for dust to turn to diamonds than for her to bend, even if noone but God is holding her hand.
Maybe because after every fall she chose not to perish, but to stand up and move forward, whatever the pain is.
And maybe that's because of that radiant smile that can implant some hope in a saddest heart. At least, that's what people had told her.


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