Sea Glass

I am born in rage, my form dashed against the rocks and shattered into dangerous slices
The tides lull me into their grasp, and I am split apart, losing myself among the waves
The current pulls me further still, laying me to rest in a bed of sand and shell and I wait
My clarity dulling as I forget days spent together, until loneliness is a comfort
My sharp edges are rubbed raw, and my fury and angst are replaced with an enveloping ease
It is only then that I am brought forth to my old world, with the assurance that I have been reborn
And I am safe and beautiful and treasured among worn brethren resting on the shore
This poem is about: 
Our world


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