Treasure Chest
I used to be just a box
old, dusty, and brown.
Empty, usless and stubborn as an ox.
I would just float around without making a sound
Years passed and I began to collect things
Love, patience, and an urgency to care.
These rocks in me helped me find my voice and sing.
As i sung, they began to transform,causing people to stop and stare.
More rocks in the box: honesty, confidence, and respectfulness.
Red rubies, shiny diamonds and gold.
I used to be full of emptiness
Now i've become a sight to behold
I look at how far i've come,I used to be a mere shell.
I've learned so many things and have developed into my very best.
Im literally growing now and everyone can tell.
I'm proud of who ive become, a bueatiful, remarkable, extraordinary treasure chest.
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