In the ocean

Deep and blue

Have you ever wondered

We’re the rough edges go

The only rocks on the beach

So smooth

So clean

How did they get that way

I wish I could be smoothed

Like a stone

That all my rough edges

Would be washed away

The jagged feelings

The sharp words

The pointy problems

The barbed doubt

The spicky fear

I wish it would be

Taken away

Flowing with the tide

Far away from me

Maybe one day

All my rough edges

Will be

Washed away