Constructive Destruction

I don't know if each day I add to my existence or die a little ?
I hear something breaking inside just a tiny bit every day no matter how strong I may think I am , like a rock melting away each time a wave strikes it .

Or is it just getting polished 

smoother 

the experience getting engraved in 

the pain endured by the chest of stone, the waves kicking it, piercing it , cutting through it leaving the un penetrable impression, shaping it , molding it, giving it a unique texture 

I don't know if each day I add to my existence or die a little ?

~ AK

Aug 23, 2015

Precious

You came 

To my life

And my life 

isn't the same 

Anymore

So intense 

So alive 

Not even a single 

Dull moment 

Days have become 

So cherished 

Looking back 

I have gathered 

So many pearls 

Even when 

I felt 

I will drown 

I went down

At the bottom 

Of the sea of Sorrow

Finding 

The treasure 

I had never seen 

Never knew 

Exist in me 

I was just a stone 

You have polished me 

I was just a glass

You have turned me 

Into a mirror

Which can now 

Reflect my own 

Face 

Back to me 

You are a blessing 

To me 

From God

I wish that 

You can feel that too 

Your worth is 

Worth living the life

Over and Over again 

~ AK

Aug 22, 2015

Fog and You