Lessons on trying.
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.
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.