Notches

Lessons on trying.

Joseph M.
Joseph M.
Oct 20 · 1 min read
Photo by Leo Fosdal on Unsplash

Counting notches on my fingers,
Hands like old wooden frames,
Holding the old house together.

Cuts go deep,
The eldest canyon holds no candle,
Hurt flowing right down the middle.

Blood is not so different from water,
Not under pitch black darkness,
Cold droplets kiss warm feet.

Compulsive touching,
Wounds unable to heal,
That’s fine for now.

Callouses hold a purpose,
Reminders to try,
Trophies cast in glittering gold.

All obstacles overcame,
Failure receding like the ocean,
Shackles no longer weigh me down.

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Joseph M.

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Joseph M.

Lost soul based out of the South. Writing on love, failure and existing without shame.

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