Endurance

Lisha S.
Aug 18, 2021
Photo by
Nsey Benajah, Unsplash

They call the body fragile.
Praise the Delicate.
Admire,
the Soft,
Supple.
A frame not made
For damage,
Cherished.

But there is Beauty
In Battle.
For this skin,
So thin,
To heal.
To mend,
Grow.

Each prick,
Every Cut,
Forgiven.

This a surface that shows time.
That has embraced everything,
Gentle,
or other wise.

And has made it,
All of it,
Exquisite.

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Lisha S.

Over-thinker, poetry writer. This is my therapy, just sharing my mind with you.