I was the type of person that held on to things to tight

Looking through the glass case

Watching the world race on

Didn’t anyone care what happened to me

Unable to release my grip and although it gave me blisters

And my fingers would ache

I always thought hanging on was worth the pain

I lost part of me too

Then slowly I became no one!

Not important!

And not everything you lose is ever worth the cost

It won’t last

But what you never get back is feeling TRUST

The damage never heals

Then one day something happened

another door opened I suddenly realised

I was unique, worthy

I saw through my glass case the perfect

Vision of myself in another soul

My reward “CUT DIAMOND”