The sap you’ll bleed will tell the tale;
we all know the drill.
The shock of the first prying probe,
the initial cut,
slices through more than skin.
But it’s the continual pounding,
the interminable perforation,
the ongoing flurry of jaw-jolting blows
that will have you screaming Uncle.
Just when you feel that the hammer has hit your heart
and defeat is inevitable,
the bird finds its worm,
and the real pest is revealed.
The blood you’ll cry
will cauterise the hole;
only the scab will
testify to your
cut
when you find the sky
with outstretched arms…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Whoa…now we’re talkin’! Fantastic.
Thanks! 🙂
I love a nice bit of bark.
🙂
Wounds in nature – scars are always left behind – just like in human life.
True! But I’d rather have a few scars than be full of worms… yuck! 🙂
LOL – True that!
Bark is fascinating. The life experience of the tree exposed. And yes, the scar is better than the worm. And hopefully my wrinkles are as beautiful as bark 🙂
You bet they are! 🙂 (But only if mine count as beautiful, too….) *ha ha*
I am quite sure they count as beautiful.
What a lesson on healing for us, Melody! Thank you!
This is where the rubber meets the road – the slogging through the tougher realities in life. But there is healing to be had, and most of us need at least a little of that…