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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