Of Stones And Diamonds…

by Taheseen Khan

S and Dia - 2

In the dark,
on the rough trails
stones paring through,
prying my flesh…
life gave me
these gifts
with no bandages
or ribbons.

Tired at some point,
as I rested,
on a huge rock
and looked down
the path I’d traversed;
there lay painted
tips bright red,
glistening stones
reflecting the sun;
the very diamonds
I had been seeking..
the ones that
in the dark,
pared my skin.