Smile in the Hail

nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
I'm no peach
those oft' sung beauties
soft, rose skin
blushing thin
camelia-petal fragile
bruising dark and deep

I eschew
visual assessment.
Hard, wrinkled
passion fruit
vivacity clutched inside
bright orange,  tangy.

The hail stones
still hurt and I cringe
but that juice,
that inner
exuberance huddles still
for true friends to find

My First attempt at a Shadorma – a form introduced to me in this lovely one by michaeljordahl

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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