Jewel in the rough

To the naked eye I am invisible The known truth of whom I’m destined to be is unknown I was buried I remained buried underneath the cares of the world. Buried beneath earth of wants and desires. I carried the weight of the world on my mind. I was buried My mind is an entity that should be treasured. But many times often I discarded it because I found no jewel within it. I thought of my thoughts of being useless, not worthy of illuminating. How foolish could I have been? I was buried. I perceived myself as insignificant, like a bank account over drawn I saw myself as a negative anomaly. I allowed circumstances, people, my environment and worst yet my own thoughts to devalue my worth. I was buried. Often I was discarded. The world never saw my wealth and so I wasn’t perceived to hold the worth of marble, ivory, sapphires and rubies. No I wasn’t seen at all, actually I seemed quite ordinary and ordinarily I was tossed between builder’s hands as a useless rock. I was buried. When I was discovered time by time by looking eyes I could never fit in the image they sought to fit me in. I could not be molded. Often time my shape wouldn’t fit into a particular frame, or my color didn’t mesh well with the colors of other designs, or when I was examined closely no one could figure out what I am. But I don’t blame the designers, the architects, the poet elite of society, those officials, nor do I blame scholars or the physical origins that produced me because honestly I didn’t know who I was so how could they. I was buried. Who I am was buried beneath expectations. The expectations of rules and roles that I was expected to adhere to I often rejected. I was buried As a rebel I could not be tamed, therefore I could not fit into anyone’s frame. Many people tried to frame me, people chipped, they chiseled, the painted, they gloss as I became loss. Loss like a painter first stroke of paint on a canvas no one could find where I began nor where I ended. I was buried. I remained buried until the weight of the world on my mind made me strong. I remained buried until the pressures within forced me to arise. I remained buried until the forced within burned like fire within purifying my existence from within, doing a work that no man could do from outside in. I remain buried until the pressure uplifted me; the wind, the rain, and the fire cleansed me, until gentle hands found me. I was buried. Buried until I was found and set free.