The Coal Miner

At first you were reluctant.

In fact, you turned away.

Perhaps it was too dark inside,

or too dangerous for you to stay.

But your urge to find a diamond,

among the heaping piles of coal,

overcame your impulses to avert the dangers,

and so, you entered bravely with a pick axe, and a hoe.

You dug it deep, and trenched a path,

to the center of that pitch-black mine.

And when you finally struck a bleeding heart,

You had met me for the first time.

“Hello.” I echoed out of the darkness to you,

reaching out my trembling hand.

You said “Hey” in return, and introduced yourself.

Now our conversation has yet to end.

You shined my heart, polished my soul,

and smoothed down the jagged bits of remaining coal.

You formed and formed me, then sharpened my lines,

and turned me from a crumbled stone, into one that brilliantly shines.

Now, I grab my tools with no exit or return time,

to step deep inside your shaft-tunneled mine.

I begin to dig down, blazing inside you a new ditch,

With no intentions to stop, until I too, strike it rich.