Edges

Life's edges are hard.
Their cuts, always the tiniest,
bleed the most.
You bump into them
when you least expect it,
only to find yourself
bruised and deeply,
deeply wounded.
I was not built
for such wounds
but I have been scarred
enough by them
to know their sting.
I was crafted
for other things,
softer things.
Life thought otherwise.
The edges found me.