I know I am not the easiest stone to hold,
I have edges that cut,
corners that are not perfectly shaped,
and cracks I try to hide from the world.
I feel too much,
I speak too fast when my heart is heavy,
my anger sometimes arrives before my understanding,
and my words become storms
when all I wanted was to be heard.
I know loving me is not always a gentle journey.
Sometimes I become the fire
that burns the hands trying to protect me.
Sometimes my fears become walls
between the person I love and me.
But I am learning that a diamond
is not valuable because it has no flaws.
It is precious because it survives pressure,
because it is shaped through the hardest moments.
So I wonder…
If I am a diamond in your eyes,
after seeing my darkest sides,
after witnessing my emotions,
my mistakes, my battles with myself…
How many carats would I be worth to you?
Would you see only the scratches on my surface,
or the strength it took for me to remain shining?
Would you hold me like something rare,
or leave me like something too difficult to polish?
I do not ask to be loved as a perfect gem.
I only hope that when you see my imperfections,
you still remember the beauty
of the diamond you chose to keep....
