I am not an object
but they tell me
to become one
To polish my scars
and my Blemishes
so my edges remain sharp
untouched by age.
Like I never fell
Like I never faced
life as it is.
Like I am new as ever
waxed and furbished.
and I do.
and I attract
other objects like me.
comes a day, they sense
I am more than what they see
fragile, vulnerable and shatterable
and alas, even human.
Some stay, some lurk
but I count my blessings,
for only objects that leave.
Shivi Writes 