Poetry (words)

Lifes edges

You can polish something until you wear away the edges that made it spectacular. The splinters that showed vulnerability. 

Scars are the torn branches that tell us we’re still breathing. Tugs at the heart the ferocity of feeling. 

It’s always the roughness that relieves the itch. 


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