Figures dance in a room
A white room with no doors
Only widows to peer out of.
Nobody ever looks out the windows
There is nobody else in the room
Only me – I am lost.

Closed up in a shell is a pearl
Began as a piece of sand
Caused much discomfort at first.
This pearl is now a piece of jewelry
For a woman that lacks very little
In her life.

A black piece of dust
In our Earth
Becomes a beautiful diamond.
We are enchanted by diamonds
Using them to show we are wed
To the man of our dreams.

They say anything can become great
When given time
And the opportunity.
Yet years later
The aftermath of me
Is that empty room.

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