Wednesday, July 12, 2017

I Was Jagged

i was sharp-edged;
rough and pointed -
formed in hell's fire,
broken under pressure.

time and others flow,
softening all my edges;
smoothing my facades,
as i become rounded.

once a fragmentation of fractures;
but gradually, it will come about,
none'll see that i was once broken.

may i be sluiced by, 
the passing of days;
leaving behind gold.


(photography by tiwago)

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