Weak and newly wounded
I swallowed the hurt
and cried it into the sea.
I walked the crystal sand
and it came rushing back to me.
It swirled about my feet
and fused all my mangled parts
into an artfully mended
and stronger,
still courageous heart.
-Michelle Stradford 2018
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PoetryGrowth, empowerment and resilience expressed through poetry, prose and musings. I hope that you enjoy my first collection of my interpretation of this wonderful thing we call life.
