Rust Speaks
I wear my rust with no regrets. The years have put their marks on me. What was once brand new is now tarnished. Every moment of my life, all the joy, all the sorrow, the tears, the heartbreak, they are all there for everyone to see.
Would I go back to that shiny self? That brand new, just arrived being? What would I do differently if I did? Probably nothing. I did the best with what I had and what I knew, and in the process became who I am now. If that isn’t amazing, I don’t know what is! Every single event left its mark, interacting with the elements, with the forces of nature, with the destinies that unfolded. And here I am, still standing.
The rust envelops me, and it will continue to grow. Yet, despite the rust, my inner being shines on. If you look closely you can see it. My spirit and my soul are what define me, the rest is what holds me here, for now.
Photo by Jeff Stroud
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