She is all edges
and I see you try
to sand her down
so she is as smooth
as a stone made for skipping
across your heart,
but still edges grow about her.
Like plants in the doormat,
they appear when you are not looking,
as if overnight. You shake
your head in disbelief
as she stands strong
against you when you hoped
she would melt at your feet
and heed your command
–yet again –but she does not
crumble and she does not bleed
for you anymore. Steel warrior
of her life starting today,
and you dare to ask
for tomorrow.
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