Once Was Smooth: part 2

new year

come to me

let us

leave behind

all barbs

pointy

skin-piercing

blood-trickling

sharp pieces

especially

the ones

I make myself

new year,

come to me

a smooth wire

rests in a coil

waiting to be stretched taught

those white barbs?

God laced them

because what

once was smooth

didn't grow me

I lean against His chest

exhale my breath

and smudge my finger along

new year,

I am ready

come to me

My above poem was written in response to L.L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone writing prompt:

If you like, join in with our "Beginnings" writing project too. You can either write a vignette about "beginnings" or try out the HighCallingBlogs poetry writing prompt: Choose a New Year word like “resolve”, “resolution”, “dream” or one you think up and begin, middle, or end a poem with it.

My free-verse High Calling Blog prompt is it for now.

* photos: all surfaces were smooth before the ice crystals formed and clung in such beauty; visit here for more God-breathed photos and another poem at Once Was Smooth: part 1