Another way to make a diamond

(read this like poetry) I remember living in a fantasy, the walls placid with the soothing aroma of ignorance, yet a distant echo of awareness shook my consciousness while I was possibly asleep... it was warm, comfortable much unlike life...for 9 years have i hibernated in this utopia...louder, more vibrant, more alive, more happy, more paradise-like voices call me to the fold for my true paradise has yet to be seen, only after I have suffered the harsh winter may my skin feel the warmth of the sun and so I will go to the darkness in an attempt to emerge the most solid diamond - "God doesn't punish you he prepares you"