To Protect What is Yours V.

A jagged edge.
Sharp - enough to prick others deep,
But also enough to protect itself from the scariest of things
Like a porcupine.
What looks like thorns to others
Are just walls,
A defense, just in case it gets hurt again

I wonder when the jar got so jagged.
In all its chaotic glory,
All of the different shapes & all.
Pieces that feel like a puzzle too complex to put back together
Each one carrying its own heavy lifetime’s worth of stories

What was once invincible, now back to its most fragile being
I guess that’s the cycle of life.

I wonder if the edges will ever get softer.
Or if that just means it’s jaded
If life will chip it away and round out the corners
Or if it’ll hone it into an even finer edge
Sharp and prickly
Ugly, in all of its chaotic glory.

I wonder if there’s a place for all the jaggedness
To belong.
Or if it will be a life mission to try to put them back together
Into a piece that is recognizable
As the jar that once was

Refined through the furnace
And is ready to be used,
Glossed up & all.