My kind of poetry

I use vers libre when I write poetry. It doesn't really rhyme and sometimes it doesn't make sense, but if you study my poetry really, really hard you will figure out what I mean. And sometimes you don't have to study it at all, the meaning is quite clear. But don't ask me what I mean because sometimes I don't even know, until I am done and have read it over and over. I write the first thing that comes to mind, and later I figure out why I used that particular word. Sometimes I start out knowing exactly what I want portrayed, but other times, like I said, I have no carefully thought out plan and everything sorta falls into place like a puzzle. Also my poems rarely have any timing; you have to make up your own. That being said, here is my newest poem, called Gravel:

Gravel

Gravel is hard, like shiny slivers or shards
Of glass. Or cat claws when the feline is scared
cause' the bag is stuck to its fur with static.
You tell somebody they are stupid, thats like
Gravel, it hurts, then everything has to be fixed
Since you just bruised and cut up and broke.
Gravel is rough so when you fall and hurt
It stings to the bones, like you had stones
Thrown at you. Gravel is loose or hard
You may become callouses and dark
Or maybe you will loosen up and let it slide
Pretend you don't care, but deep down inside
That gravel is rubbing you raw and tearing you up
Like vultures were ripping away every last part
After awhile, maybe, it could perhaps happen
Like oysters with a piece of grit or gravel
You slide out of your shell you aren't so bitter or tart
You find forgiveness and peace deep down
In you heart. And there you go, you found the pearl
You want to go tell this whole massive world
You found the One who could give you life
And He did. Forget all the hurt and the pain of the past
And the gravel thrown at you, because you have
Salvation and peace from Him. And that will last.