Written By Sean C. Harrison (c) 2014

You’ve graduated for sure.

I eyed you, years anxious,

Looked for that impending sheen,

Your true colors to blind a world

That never saw what I’d seen;

A soul who housed greatness

In your shanty of pain.

How I’ve waited for that smile

As daybreak waits for the sun,

And now it’s come!

The chisel no longer bruising your skin

Falling useless, its work is done,

For you’ve become a diamond in the smooth.

You’ve found your groove.

Be what you are. You are a star.