Amending the Edges Poem, by Michael Anthony, at My poetic side

I don't know when the change came for me

It's not like a date you can mark on the calendar

With little still to prove to anyone,

the edges are worn now, smoother

The change, I think, came from living

and learning from all the mistakes and battles,

as well as a few skirmishes of the soul

I cherish all the ribbons awarded me,

secretly displayed on my heart

Now I can see diamonds on the water

I feel the sadness of boats, aground at low tide,

pleading for the water’s quick return

so they can fulfill their purpose again

I know now the sacredness

of every new morning granted,

and appreciate the lessons of hurt

In all its’ forms and incarnations

This awareness keeps the venom at bay,

giving me the choice to not drink it down

At least not enough to kill me

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