Resilient

Some things shatter when they pretzel,
but Gumby ends up alright;
others stain in murky refuse
but ducks stay clean and white.
And darkness blinds and frightens others
while owls can see at night.

Rubber bands bounce back in place
where tendons strain and snap
and green wood wickers when you want
where bones will bend and crack.
For seasons, fads, and lies return
but some things won’t come back.

Maim me I mar, bend me I break
I’m more fragile than I show.
There’s a limit to what I can take
as I have come to know.
Still transformation where much’s at stake
will resilient me as I grow.

So till my shatter in sheer array
I'll bend and bend again
to live at least one glorious day
the lithe life learned by man.