Blooming Diamond

The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine,
Rimmed with veins of ruby from the fall,
Accentuating the moldavite of my irises.
I twist the opal on my finger to call the calm
When my inner seas twist in deep sapphire
And the magnesite moon seems so far away,
When the world I cling to feels unnecessary.
I have made my life a living hell, a slow burn,
Pressurizing myself deep in my depression.
I have buried myself, once again, in the night.
But beauty can bloom from this kind of pain.
For when I feel like I have nothing left to give
I remind myself of the diamond forming,
Buried somewhere deep inside a shaking soul.
One day I will embrace it, one day I will glitter.