Alchemic Verse

Transmuting pain to poetry


Daughter in the Rough

Carbon born cold that newly beholds
Her mother
Cruel crush untold, new soul and soft bones
To smother
Bearing the blame of ancestral shame
Uncovered
Bark out the flame of the one you named
And othered

Born in the rough before diamond’s rise
Temper the infant with stranger’s eyes
From pressure you birth your own demise
And call it daughter

Carbon long pressed could never find rest
Lost child
Unwelcome nest, bred fear in caged chest
Reviled
Bright eyes saw truth, concealed the abuse
Learned smiles
Denied her youth, by nail and by tooth
Defiled

Bury in rough so diamond can’t rise
Silence the child with haunting eyes
From pressure you forge your own demise
And call it daughter

Then came new hands, with leering demands
For pleasure
Naming her damned, with threat and command
Undressed her
Raised to believe, the cruelty received
Her measure
Dubbed fool deceived, to trust is to grieve
Forever

Tamp hard the rough, avert diamond’s rise
Ruin the girl and darken her eyes
From pressure you grow your own demise
And call it daughter

Carbon in drought, first scorned then cast out
Grew heated
Kimberlite spout still uncut from doubt
Retreated
Fled pressured war, the crystal from ore
Accreted
Slammed nest’s front door, and rose from earth’s floor
Completed

Strengthened by rough, a daughter could rise
Climb from the dark to see with love’s eyes
From pressure witness your own demise
And call it diamond



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