The steep and rocky path
forced a pebble in my shoe.
I ignored the annoyance
as it rubbed blisters into calluses.
Now, standing at a flat crest,
I can no longer bear the pain and
finally sit still
to remove the pebble –
reaching for my sharpest blade
to whittle away dead skin.
A Promise Kept
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2 comments:
I love this! read to the end wanting more words to go! :-)
Thanks Dammy!
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