Dirt to diamonds!

The girl that lived in the pumpkin house

Not so pretty people would say

Nor was she ugly everyone would agree

 Thus, she raised no eyebrows;

But led a life of merriment and content

She walked on the clouds

Swam the chocolate lake

Picked candies from the trees during the day

Cakes and shakes were all she made

While, she lived by the mint sea side

She hid her dreams with in a treasure box

Placed beneath the bed were they guarded

Oh they were!

By the bumble bees, and the magic fairies

Then the time fell by; all hell broke loose,

She fell between the cracks, travelled

Where darkness dwelled

She opened her eyes to a place, strangely new

Where humans reside, or so they said.

They trampled, they kicked her aside,

Laughed at the dreams she beheld

They rolled her up against the corner wall

They called her immature, called her meek,

Dull, docile and even bleak

A lousy star gazer, they said.

 She rose through the perils to make her way

She groomed herself and blossomed in a day

There she was donned in black

Hot stuff people would now say

Was she trodden? Oh no more!

My my! She was a storm in the thick of the seas

A gush of a new scented breeze

She stood tall, groomed and polished

The insurmountable she accomplished.

She owned several pairs of eyes

People craved for her day and night

Dying to be in her shoes, they idolized her,

For she paralleled what perfection marked

All she left were a bunch of jealous souls

Who once called her worthless

They now tagged her flawless

She looked in their direction, gave a grin

For if they saw her lose, they as well saw her win

Judge not of one’s broken wings

Or the cut feathers that lay

Or even by the crushed hopes

For bruised is only the mind but not the soul

What would cost millions is the spirit! 

Spirit to fix; spirit to fight back;

Spirit to hold on to; spirit to voice;

Spirit to gather one’s self; to discover;

Spirit to reach for the stars;

Spirit to refill while to renovate;

Spirit to learn and own up flaws;

To love, to renew hope and fly again

The pumpkin house or the concrete jungle

An uncrushable spirit is all it takes

To travel from the rags to riches

And transform the dirt to diamonds!