Seaglass

• Amber Bright, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

I'm whole, I'm perfect, but I'm empty.
Time goes on, I don't change.
Then smash!
I'm broken.
I am useless, Junk.
Only there to hurt, cut, and cause pain.
to be tossed carelessly on the beach,
and watch as the tide
claims and separates my pieces.
Then to be taken away myself, far, far out to sea
I'm scared.
But it's quiet here.
The ocean wraps around me like a warm blanket of love.
Slowly I move through green and blue water.
And gently the waves smooth my edges.
I'm not scared any more,
all I feel is a sense of belonging.
I'm home.
I'm a jewel of the sea.