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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Too bad it has to be that way.
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!
Gorgeous photo–and true grit, I’ve some of that.
I imagine that you do!! 🙂
And – despite all of that – she’s beautiful!
Isn’t that a great life lesson???
Definitely!
beautiful, Melody!
Thanks Heidi! 🙂
So great, so true.
Thank you! 🙂
Beautifully written, and oh so true!
Thanks you Denise!