Treasure Island

Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Sea Glass


Piece of glass along the shore
Buried within the sand
Abandoned by neglected care
No one could understand.

At first glance they see the glass
As a hazard and a waste
Judged as garbage destroying the sea
And its beauty the glass disgraced.

The sharpened ends of that piece of glass
So pointy by the touch
Is merely defense from the bitter world
Its own protective crutch.

Yet here the glass must realize
The potential of its beauty
That it's better than those harsh judgments and words
And that it truly belongs in the sea.

So the beatings it takes from the sand and waves
Similar to those judgmental attacks
Won't shatter the glass and destroy its soul
It won't fall for those foolish acts.

The attacks will merely just soften
The glass's need to defend
And in time the glass will be stronger and smooth
The harshness will finally soon end.

This is the tale of the sea glass
Starting in pain and ending in pleasure
The sea glass so rare and wanted by all
The sea's hidden treasure.

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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