On the outside i am strong
My very skin shines with many pearls
I feel trapped in my self though
not able to escape, caged up in confusion
I feel almost a part of my surrounds
one with an inanimate object, a precious one
I hope somebody will find the precious stone in which i dwell
Because I am a burning flame on the inside
and that makes me sparkle, my own pain
I am trapped, trapped within a diamond
Once one understands himself/herself as Soul, a particle of consciousness of the IT IS (God) diamonds pale in comparison. Check out my poem Drift Up, one line in there says, Rise early one morning and catch a sunrise Or maybe find diamonds in dew. I enjoy your work! Ciao.
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Lively description of the two faces everyone is forced to have. Enjoyed it.