boldly she snaps
until hardened steel connects.
mangled flesh is not the only wound.
Pain.
There is no way around it --
unavoidable,
so I square up to meet
my destiny and faithfully
stride on.
Becca, this is wonderful, and I fully get it - who hasn't lived and felt this? We must meet our destinies and stride on or crumble into a ball and give up. I choose to keep moving to better things.
Excellent, my friend!
becka aka ellen in atlanta
You have an interesting style that certainly coveys the feeling. I like the first line, boldly she snaps, and the observation, mangled flesh is not the only wound........Jerry
Though you do not post often when you do you offer us such splendid hard hitting visually graphic work that it leaves a lingering impression long after the last word is read. As always...great work.
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Excellent, my friend!
becka aka ellen in atlanta
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