through diamonds and molasses

The way grief pours into you,
thick and rich like molasses,
sealing the loss with sticky solemnity.

it hardens and loses its fervour within your body.
Crusty, without the luscious caramel undertones.

The heaviness creates a new identity, 
the way pressure presses carbon into diamonds. 
But for a long time, you are not a diamond.
You are but carbon buried deep in the layers of the earth.
Who you thought you were, left in the dirt. 

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