I have a Diamond.
I had others.
When I put them down they rolled away,
Jailed now for holding another,
Precious gems surround the outside of my cell,
Saphires, Rubies, Emeralds,
Tanzanites, Pearls.
Some are easy to reach,
others need a stick to get at.
They are all special to me.
when I get a chance, I reach for them,
I shine and care for them,
even some rocks and pebbles,
but at the risk of dropping my Diamond,
at the risk of scratching or chipping it.
They cannot remain in my cell.
Each time I put them back in their place,
they roll away a little more.
Harder and harder to reach they are.
Some are no longer reachable.
I see a Diamond!
I reach for it even with the stick,
I was able to bring it within reach,
able to bring it into an impassable crack in the ground.
My longest finger could touch it,
but the more I reached for it,
the more I risked all,
until I reached with the wrong result.
I pushed the Diamond out of the crack.
The Diamond rolled away...