Grounded in Grit
by nav5rai
· 15/01/2026
Published 15/01/2026 14:48
In the garden, my hands plunged deep into earth,
each finger a warrior, birthed from its worth.
The grime under nails, like life’s honest mark,
a testament written where shadows embark.
Washing my hands, but it clings like regret,
each stubborn remnant, a memory unmet.
I dig and I sift, finding roots of my pain,
a harvest of lessons, the dirt, not in vain.