If We Keep Pressing…. Poem by Bree Z Love

If we keep pressing, we'll get diamonds.
Rather, we start the work on our own; it's an anticipated start.
An excitable moment, thrusting systemically with heart.
Lending your hands
in the at hand curving mounds.
Deeply bound.
To a mind set upon a prize that is the goal.
But limited. I seep in the more rarity, far more producing.
If we keep pressing, we'll get diamonds.
Thrusting, with pressure the heart is beating.
Loosening the cold blackness,
Artisanal skills to this mining.
Heaps hotness.
Soon to uncover a glistening,
Set Asunder of Rocks.
We thrust and press in harder.
Thrusting.
Until….
Diamonds Rain all over us.
We'd undercovered this rarity in the mindset of lavish lust.