Diamond Mines

I had a dream once. I was poised standing over a diamond mine. The diamonds were beneath my feet, covered with a faint covering of dust.

The diamonds were my tears, the carbon residue of pain, shed over a lifetime, now hardened into jewels by the pressures of my yearning.

The rich legacy of my life was right beneath my feet! All I had to do was bend over, wipe some of the dust away, and gather my life’s riches in my arms.

I couldn't move.