Pressure – Black Diamond 🖤
Some pain changes you.
It builds slowly, pressing down in ways nobody else can see, until it feels as though even the smallest piece of light is being pulled away.
Pressure – Black Diamond came from the idea that the things that almost break us can also change us into something different.
Not untouched.
Not unbroken.
Not the person we were before.
But still here.
Like a black diamond formed under enormous pressure, sometimes we carry the darkness with us — but somehow, we carry the memory of the light too.
Pressure – Black Diamond
Life becomes heavy
in ways no one can see.
Like gravity,
unyielding.
Like a black hole
pulling everything inward.
Even light tries to escape,
but some pain
has its own orbit.
It stays.
Circling the chest.
Pressing against the ribs.
Sinking deeper
than words can reach.
Pressure.
Building.
Tightening.
Crushing.
A heart
that once loved
with everything it had
begins to slow.
Not because it wanted to.
Because it gave too much.
Held too much.
Broke too quietly.
Until one day,
it stopped beating loudly
for the world.
Frozen in time.
Still waiting.
Still hoping
for something.
For someone.
For one small beam of light
to find its way through
the endless dark.
But maybe
some hearts
do not disappear
under pressure.
Maybe they change.
Maybe the weight
that almost destroyed them
becomes the force
that makes them rare.
Not untouched.
Not unbroken.
Not the same.
But stronger
than anyone realised.
A black diamond,
formed in darkness,
carrying the memory of light.
— J. S. Summers