The Diamond Paradox.

It rose, slowly, from the ground.
Majestically swirling up into the air.
It fluttered its wings, afraid at first,
By itself perceived as so unfair .

Then it came,
that hammer pounding on my foundations.
And yours, that can not be denied,
I found the outcome of the wrong equations.

But then , hardly could I believe it,
It stirred and recovered, of hope bereft.
It's strength rekindled, doubled by the impact
And the gaping hole it left.

Like a phoenix from the ashes,
Out of the coal ashes the diamond came,
Its beauty shown only now by the pressure put upon it,
I will not lightly forget it's name.

© Memento Mori 2008.