True Alchemy

Like a bitter child finding
coal
in his Christmas stocking,
I will hold this disappointment
with a clenched fist,
my grip hardening as the years
go by
until my hand should waste to dust
or the lump should crystallize into a
diamond
for my bygone crown.

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