Let Me Be Beautiful Like Sea Glass - Gwynn O'Gara

 Let my edges that cut be stroked by sand and salt
let my slick surface coarsen til it's crushed to bits

let my colors soften as they scrape the bottom
let the waves love me in their rough way

let me be changed by that love

let me not forget I held another

yet fully inhabit my particularity
let me be smooth enough to be rubbed by small fingers
and slipped inside a pocket or bowl

let me prove that beauty is born when something breaks.