Sea Glass

I am made of disappointment

Flesh and bone and aching

I am made from agony

Pain in every angle

I am made from tragedy

Shaping me bent and crooked

I am made from hunger

From fear in the night

From suffering

Suspicion, anger, self loathing,

But what you are made from does not make you

The same thing that makes pencil lead also makes a diamond.

I am strong

I am bright

I am wanted

I am loving

I am loved

I am kind

I am capable

I am a pessimist with a good heart

I am not broken

Even if I am crooked