Imperfection

Several years ago, a person dear to my heart went through a difficult struggle as a result of the hardness of life and some poor reactions to that.  I wrote this poem during  that time, but this summer I found myself searching for it again for various reasons.  Finally I had to go back to the blog that I posted.  So now it's tucked back into an appropriate file.  However, because I have been searching for a while, I post it again.  Hope it means something here.

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