Sea Glass: nfc
Would that I could be made beautiful again
after being broken, withered and wrinkled.
My aged parts, especially my heart,
given new life like pieces of sea glass
gently washed upon an amber shore.
No more complaints then would I offer
to my coffer filled with miseries.
Free from clicking knees and blurry vision
preventing me from seeing clearly, things
I cherished and lost. On waves, I'd be tossed.
Would that I could be made beautiful again
like frosted glass in pastel hues from the deep,
I'd be prized and valued enough to keep.
No longer would I weep over jagged shards
with ragged edges that I have sadly become.
If ever again, beauty is found in me,
let waves deliver my body as bounty from the sea.
Weathered skin, emeried smooth by grains of sand,
would find me renewed when I emerge,
purged like sea glass, polished until I shine.
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