by Sherri Leeder21 Aug 2014
Tumbled like beach glass till my sharp edges are worn smooth
And my slick surface is soft and matte and absorbs more than
Scarred and scratched by waves of sand, water etched
Tossed, lost, immersed and nearly drowned
To be found washed up on the beach, exhausted
Will you treasure what I’ve become? Will I?
Or should I jump back in for another pounding?