They measure my height, but not the depth of my soul.
They admire my eye color, but disregard the stories they hold.
They gawk over the texture and highlights of my hair, but dismiss the beauty of my heart.
They critique my skin tone, but only see the surface of my scars.
They question my unpainted nails, but don’t open my hands to see the strength that lays in my palms.
They applause the actions I perform, but overlook the mental aptitude it took to get there.
Oh what a different world this would be, if I truly saw you, and you truly saw me…
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Sea-glass, when you were a bottle did you feel a sense of purpose? People would drink from you and you served them well. Did you feel part of a collective whole? Or did you feel restrained, as if you were obligated to do what all the other pieces were doing? Did you ever think you would become a unique treasure of your own?
Sea-glass, when you were shattered and left with sharp edges, how did you feel? Did you feel broken or free? When people would walk around you saying “watch out for that piece of glass,” did you feel betrayed? Abandoned?
Sea-glass, when you were swept out into the ocean did you feel lost and hopeless, or a sense of wonder? When you were being tumbled around did you ever think the tumbling would stop? Did you know you were beauty in the making? Did you fear where you would end up?
Sea-glass, when your edges smoothed did you feel relief? Did you learn from your journey? Did you feel like you were evolving into something brand new?
Sea-glass, when you were first pushed upon an unknown shore, were you scared? Or did you sigh and relax into the sunrays that casted themselves upon you? Did it take you time to adjust to the new elements?
Sea-glass, when people picked you up, and put you down, did you ever think the perfect person would come around? Did you forgive the people who shattered you, because they are the ones who made you the treasure you are? Did you find love for the ocean who tumbled your edges away? Did you find peace on the sandy shorelines of each of your stays?
Sea-glass, did you ever think you would end up in a person’s hands again after being released from your bottle form? Did you think you would be seen as a memory that brings smiles to families? Did you think that you would be worn as jewelry? Did you ever think that people would walk along the beach just looking for you?
Sea-glass, did you ever think you would be so rare? So boundless? So tenacious? So courageous? So elegant?
Sea-glass, it’s funny because I am just like you…
The Ocean Is My Guru (headquarter)
Berlin, MD 21811
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