Resilience

I remember when I clinked in celebration. Once whole, before I crashed upon the jagged ocean rocks. Now broken, bathed in waves, my sharpness soothed and smoothed by salt. I tumble to the shore, a shard, discarded. Cradled by the tides, stroked by fingers of the frothy sea, erasing jagged edges. And I... have been made patient; made resilient. Each storm teaches a lesson as I am carried to the sand. A fragment, not forgotten, but softened by the brine. And I endure.