I am flint

I have angular edges and corners

I'm not so gorgeous as diamonds and emeralds

Nor elegant as white marble and green jade

I've never been carved into an imperial seal

That feudal lords would risk their lives to seize

Modern women don't think me worth wearing on their tender fingers

Or hanging around their milky necks

I can't compete with sliding glaciers and gravel

In being a heavyweight subject for geological treatises

I am flint

I make just one request

Please pick me up

--- Strike

Yes strike me very hard!

In a flash I can open like a gray cocoon

As the colorful light bursts from my soul's depths

Strike me and by striking prove that I

Am not mere wasted detritus even though

I've slept in a marsh or valley for ten thousand years

For I am a point of crystalized fire

Silent star

Hardened flower

What does this poem suggest about human potential? Explain.