We are worn smooth
Grainy finish tempered by the hands of time
Broken down unknowingly
With each step we take across
The threshold of our days.
We never notice the changes at first
Beginning rough on edges
Not quite finished until we progress forward
For we are born to be forged
Into that which we choose to become.
Like the endless rub of the minutes passing,
And every storm that weathers
Leaving each corner just a bit more rounded
And so very strong as we stand up
Against the tides and weather,
Thickening where needed
On the edges where no one dares tread,
We emerge from the depths as the seas of life sink around us,
Broken at times
Yet still standing
And in the ending glow of days,
Our shadows extend to meet the eye
And the soul who ventures forth to glimpse
The perfection of what remains
When all else crumbled so easily
Is always inspired by the knowing
That we survived,
That it can be done.
We sit immersed in the calm
Rippled memories gather and return
Sticking like barnacles to life
So hard to remove
A part of the new whole.