on some days
I'm a piece of sandpaper -
rubbed and rubbed
until I'm raw and stinging,
until there's almost nothing left.
but there's a little corner
that doesn't sting,
that renews my hope,
that heals every part of me
until I'm whole again.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
on some days
I'm a piece of sandpaper -
rubbed and rubbed
until I'm raw and stinging,
until there's almost nothing left.
but there's a little corner
that doesn't sting,
that renews my hope,
that heals every part of me
until I'm whole again.
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