Trash To Treasure

I saw a piece of trash
Blowing in the breeze
And I know others did too.
So I took a chance picking it up
At the cost of how I might've looked,
But I felt something special
An intuition spoke up in me
What's the risk of sorting through debris
When were sifting through a world of filth.
Surprised,
My trash was treasure
That grew in shape
Making me proud this day.
I brought it to the attentions
Of those who'd feel the same as me,
But with all praising I would get
A distracting illusion ripped off by thieves,
With as much potential greatness it has to posses
The others missed what I did see,
Which wasn't garbage squandered
Through fame and popularity,
And when leaching bloodsuckers have had enough
Withdrawing from the used and washed up.
I smile a grin not shown for so long
At what eyes and mind can call a reoccurring past,
When I see in the breeze what I saw
That same piece of trash.