a hidden truth

Something innocent held in the hand
but fisted when surprised
An unpopped kernel
A dropped pin
A habit of shame
undeserved this time
And later
unfurled fingers carry a pocked imprint
of the worthless thing
that with a little more pressure
might have been diamond.

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