i am
the blunt edges of a dollar-butterknife
that fails to cut through my ribeye;
the sharp ends of a jigsaw puzzle
that can't fit any more pieces;
the worn-down bedsheets
that has holes and ink stains all over; and
the dollar coin
that dropped on the floor.
but i have realised that i am also
a blunt edge used to spread butter on bread,
the sharp ends to complete the puzzle,
the worn sheets that are your favourite memory, and
the dollar that brightened up someone’s lousy day.
always remember
(refer to title).
slowly learning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, one step at a time.