A Sharpened Edge

It is interesting to see how siblings can grow so differently.

When raised in a house where you must fight to survive, you’d think everyone would come out covered in wounds but with a heart of hardened steel.
Shaped against a spilling wheel, a sharpened tongue.

But, not everyone is steel.
Some people are copper.
Or bronze.
Tin, even.

The battle would quickly dull their blade, their spirits.
They can be fixed with some time and effort, but is it worth it?
If they will break once more so soon?

A lot of people think about this.
Whether the time they put in will get any outcome.
No one likes feeling like their time was wasted.
Though it's worse when it feels as though you are wasting your own time.