A moment to breathe
That's all I need but
Constant upheaval
Is all that I see.
Change, grow, produce, show
All the pressures put on me.
In the dirt the diamonds grow
Until one day they are released.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 27.2023.08 More here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/restart?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
- Category: Reflection
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Diamonds are formed under pressure; beautiful!
Thank you!
Thank you for sharing your unique writings. In some ways I can relate; your work is extraordinary!
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