My Gem

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Once I had a gem that was my fondest treasure,
watching it sparkle became my greatest pleasure.
Waking thoughts were of how it surely did shine,
while slumber returned happily since it was mine.

One day darkness swept across my land with blight,
leaving me stumbling and bumbling without sight.
Aimlessly I wandered without my gem to be found,
for my blind steps took me away afflicted and bound.

Through the valleys low I followed storms of thunder,
feeling more and more as if my soul had been plundered.
When all seemed lost because of my own sullen devices,
the rays of my gem shone through with true brightness.

My essence within vaulted towards unclaimed heights,
reaching again for my gem with the clarity of true sight.
Holding onto my treasure I will always and forever cling,
never allowing the darkness to again take away my bling.

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