much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring
I too was rough
broken from its whole
sharp edged
too jagged to be held
eventually discarded
it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me
eroded my body
smoothed my soul
drove me to the shoreline
then
I found my worth
from man made debris
to a nature shaped treasure
I have been molded by my environment
polished into a gem
smooth enough to be held
nice enough to be kept
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
much like the sea glass that I wear on my ring
I too was rough
broken from its whole
sharp edged
too jagged to be held
eventually discarded
it wasn’t till the rough seas shaped me
eroded my body
smoothed my soul
drove me to the shoreline
then
I found my worth
from man made debris
to a nature shaped treasure
I have been molded by my environment
polished into a gem
smooth enough to be held
nice enough to be kept
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