Cast up upon the shore by endless waves
In imperfection lies a battered shell,
Exposing all her secrets unafraid,
Embedded in the sand where once she fell.
Travelers passed her beauty unimpressed;
They could not see the value in the scarred.
A hurried, fleeting glance did not reveal
The loveliness exposed where she was marred.
Her broken beauty says she’s stronger still:
Not to be crushed, dissolved and swept away;
Yet holding to an iridescent will
That speaks of struggles from her yesterday.
DWoodall, 2007
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