driftwood

Life has worn out your rough edges.

You’ve been tossed around, now you can’t help but be smooth and still.

You are softer than you once were.

What you are is beautiful.

You always have been.

Overtime, our true nature starts to show.

When life has taken us down to our core, all we can do is be who and what we are.

We are bent and molded into how we need to be for our life.

You lay there with support from all sides.

You have finally found a place to rest.

You deserve it.

Life looks good on you.

Weathered.

Natural.

Real.

Raw.

-M.

You have deep scars that not many can see, but you show them all to me.

Many of my scars are showing, but I have others, others that are much deeper, that only you can see.

You try to protect me, as you block the winds and the waves from reaching my open surface.

You carry the weight of so many, as people walk on you so that they can look inside of me, like my wounds are open just for that very purpose.

You seldom leave my side, when the winds blow or someone rolls us apart, you always find a way back to my side.

Nature brought us here, to finish out this life together.

We were both once deeply rooted trees, now here we are, on this shore, waiting for the tides to take us away once more.

-M.