I think there is nothing more beautiful
Than first drafts.
No, not even the finished product,
So shiny and so clean.
Something so fresh from your soul
Is the most powerful thing
You have ever held.
Raw ore taken from the earth
Is cut and polished
And stuck inside a ring.
So smooth.
But a chunk of unhewn diamond
Is more than any princess cut.
Grasp it in your hand.
Close your eyes and feel its edges.
Run your fingers along the curves
Of the natural obsidian.
The earth labored millions of years
To put that in your hands.
Take the time to absorb all you can
Before you pare it down and sell it off.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
