True Grit

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Grief,

that grittiest

of sandpapers, rubs

her frayed edges raw. Scars

assemble, a vortex of baffling borders

to rake in pain the more efficiently. And still,

she blooms – true grit may render her raw, but it also

polishes brass and buffs out blemishes – if she will allow it to.

 

 

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13 comments on “True Grit

  1. lylekrahn says:

    Too bad it has to be that way.

    • melodylowes says:

      And yet, some of our best learning takes place in that ‘school of hard knocks’. I often think I would choose another course load, but I don’t get that choice – so on we go, doing the best we can with what we are given!

  2. Caddo-Jael says:

    Gorgeous photo–and true grit, I’ve some of that.

  3. RoSy says:

    And – despite all of that – she’s beautiful!

  4. Heidi Viars says:

    beautiful, Melody!

  5. Denise Hisey says:

    Beautifully written, and oh so true!

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