Sanding the Edges
How odd
that there is beauty
in breaking
into pieces
to sand the edges
of another’s harshness
Even when
the soul is sliced
to shards
by the screeching dissonance
of cracking,
a kind of healing
is found
when the grief
of others
is coherently transformed
into the edge
of mending
Life is found
in the struggle
of pushing towards
a whole heart
for both
the owner
and the other
How odd
that we continue
to find ourselves
dying
in an unforgiving world
for broken beings
