Diamond in the Rough
By Ayla Smith
I am a unique and beautiful individual,
A diamond in the rough seas of emotion ,
An emerald among ashes of trial,
An imperfect, struggling soul searching for redemption
I stand out in a crowd because I'm different
I never truly fit in with the chaos around me
Each time I fall, I get back up again
The things that make me different are the things that make me me
Each day is a fight to continue on
Some days I can barely stand,
Yet I get up again, stronger than before
A fire burns inside me, an urge to improve daily
I ask myself, "What makes me special?"
Each time my answer is the same
What makes me a different kind of special
Is the determination to press forward
No matter how hard it is to move forward,
I know it will all be worth it in the end
Because there is someone who sees my fight
He is the One who made me a diamond in the rough
"When He shall appear we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is; that we might have this hope; then we may be purified even as He is pure."
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