Broken

You were young when you were broken,

still strong, rough around the edges.

It was not time that tore you down,

it was the work of man.

Yet here you are, defiant, holding your ground,

unyieldingly obstructing my path.

And I admire that about you, 

your not giving up, or in.

In fact, I’ve stopped to sit with you.

You refuse to go unnoticed.

I’ve only just stepped over you

And now turn back to look.

You are a masterpiece of natural beauty,

with graceful arches and soft curves.

Though your limbs are bent and awkward,

I find strength in you holding your ground.

You are no longer an obstacle,

and though you were worthwhile, you are behind me.

I’ll always remember that you gave me pause,

but did not keep me long from my journey.