I think of myself as diamond,
perhaps pure gold.
Maybe my life is an antique vase,
unique, precious, and rare.
Consider the point it which they all began.
Think of the process each went through.
Each test of life has shaped me.
Failure has polished the diamond I am.
The tragedy purified my golden finish.
Another love lost has molded me like clay,
and shaped me into this lovely vase.
You have given me strength
to overcome stress and change,
only to make my faith stronger in the end.
- Alissa McLeod
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