Between messing up and not
And falling down, and lifting
myself up each day
I efface a portion of the tonic
called grit, that we gulped as kids.
Cliffs on a coast eroded by the sea
shreds of sandpaper
that’s me.
I don’t mind being carried away
by waves or wind,
eaten away by their gentleness.
It’s always less fearful
than the dregs of courage, they claim
lie at the bottom of me.
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Beautiful lines actually life is like that well expressed.💐👍
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Beautiful choice of words, and the advice of going with the flow and holding on the grit. This poetry will be remembered for long time.
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It’s deep, honest and kind of resonates with my situation, Sonia 💛 Beautiful piece !
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Honest, deep and relatable.
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Loved this, especially because I can relate to this theme currently.
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You Poetry girl! Phew! That was deep!
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Brief but deep.
Don’t forget to breathe, dear one.
Always do the ‘important’ things first.
Oh, all important? One step at a time. You got this. Blessings.
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Deeply moving, Sonia 💕🙂
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I gulped it down in one go. And then I returned for a second helping and will go back to drink it all once again after writing this comment. The honesty, the transparency, the solidity of the piece and yet I can feel every tiny crumbling bit of you.
This is outstanding Sonia. It resonates deeply with me.
Thank you for writing it and for sharing it.
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I know whereof you speak. The only grit I have left is in the mental arena.
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You’re doing good, Liz❤️
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Thanks, Sonia!
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This is such a profound, honest write, Sonia.
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Thank you Punam..consumed by work, writing after a long break.
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You are welcome. I was wondering if I had missed your posts. Hope all is well.
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Yes, just flooded at work. Thank you.
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