Diamond In A Coal

She had many expectations, but many of which she had over looked, and many others she had surpassed.

But it was her eyes...

Her eyes were a mirror of the glint from the diamond that she knew was hers.

In the midst of her expectations and within the diamond glint that came from the mirror of herself...

She saw...

A coal in the midst of a mass.

That which she always assumed was herself.

She heard the workers all around her, huffing and puffing, heaving and weaving, in and out.

Working hard in the dirty coal miners cave.

That which she saw,

Was to exemplify that which the eye would overlook.

For in that which she was searching for, the dirty coal miner began his work.

But he found that which he knew would hold a diamond in an eye...

or more so... a diamond in her eye.

In the midst of her expectations and within the diamond glint that came from the mirror of herself...

She saw...

A coal surrounding a diamond.

Her eyes were a mirror of a glint from the diamond that she knew she was.

Ecstatic she was, when the dirty coal miner handed her the diamond that rested in her eyes.