how wonderful it would be if year after year people became softer and softer like sea glass smoothed by water and sand
instead of sharper and sharper like broken glass smashed apart over and over by life and by time
I will say this though
some people actually become stronger
and stretchable
not like glass at all
more like thick old leather protecting precious bodies
keeping hold of hearts that expand with each sorrow
nurturing love
that grows and grows
and grows