Saturday, January 15, 2011

Callused

Hard, stubborn callous;
How you cover the tender spots.
With your condemned skin.

How you need to be soaked;
How you need to be scraped away,
Diligently,
.............every day.

Or you become like snow the day after -
Hard packed and unbudgeable,
To all but the sharpest blade.

Yet the stubborn snow disappears,
With a soft stroke of encouragement,
When attended to swiftly.

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  3. there is always hope. always. this post reminds me of that.

    ((thank you))

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  4. I love this. Thanks for the beautiful reminder.

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