Ceramics

My heart grew harder in the heat

Like clay that’s been calloused in the kiln.

And although I tried my best to hide it,

With a smile on my face,

My crystalized tears gave me away.

Diamonds condensed

From the coal you used to burn me

Under the immense pressure you put me through.

So you may have molded me when I was malleable

But be it crystal or be it clay

They both still shatter all the same