MadVerse Prompt: diamonds from ashes/gold from straw/unlikely miracles/the stories we tell

collecting and compressing
hopeful ceaseless pressure
will create diamonds from ashes
a year so far spent spinning for unlikely miracles
trying to draw gold from straw with these paltry poems,
the stories we tell to make the personal universal

in hopes that someone reads this love
and finds more
in hopes that someone reads this loneliness
and finds less
in hopes that someone reads these words
and finds me