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.
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