Coal and diamond and life All based on carbon. One winter’s smog, One lover’s log, One the distance Between birth and death. What is the difference? Only the presence Of pressure and heat A soul, a heartbeat. Or can’t it be all at the same time Mortal, enviable, coated in grime.
I came at this poem from an antagonistic mindset. That’s right; I was angry at someone and this was supposed to be a revenge poem. But isn’t it beautiful and special how writing and poetry can heal us? At least, it does so for me. And this poem did so. As I was writing, the story transformed. Instead of hatred and repulsion, I saw the complexity of our lives. My life. Her life. And the ugly is still ugly, but I am at peace with it.
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