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.
there is always hope. always. this post reminds me of that.
((thank you))
I love this. Thanks for the beautiful reminder.