The rock is unearthed.
A diamond is born.
Unclear and jagged,
What it will become,
Is what it already is.
It just doesn't know it yet.
Handled delicately, and finely crafted,
It begins to take shape.
It does not transform on it's own,
But at the hands of another.
Someone who see it's potential,
And knows all along, what it truly is.
When it is done,
It shines for the world to see.
Once, just a vision, now real.
It took the one that believed in it,
To shape it, to polish it,
And show it what it was all along.
He believed in the diamond in the rough.
As I believe in you.
For I know you have what it takes,
To one day, shine brighter than the rest.
You are the diamond in the rough.
Shine on!
Ryan Lee Morris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamond-in-the-rough-7/
