Pressure comes down hard upon it,
Splits explode across its pure skin,
Sweating out spinning flakes and bits.
Deep inside the core still holds strong
Darkening from silver to black.
In new and almost gorgeous ways
Growing light trickles through its cracks.
Its scars trophies of endurance,
Shameful damage brings it glory;
Its remnants hard times’ evidence
Of its battle and victory.
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