Willing to Go At It Again

Ragged breath, tearing at my insides. Breaking off my thoughts with every wheeze, breaking like a branch, a shoot that splinters before it has a chance to sprout. I am ragged sometimes, and rough, but I always strive and bend and move to start over again. In the golden light of dawn the fibers of my potential warm and stretch, readying my soul for a new day. Oh, the warming power of a new day, a new dawn, a fresh start. A kiss to seal the deal of promise, and we are off!

Greetings surly ragged weed. I see you are not done. So I shall watch you and wait for more to come.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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This entry was published on September 11, 2012 at 8:09 pm. It’s filed under Beauty, Bravery, Danger, Depression, Dreams, Horehound, Nature, Pain, Photography, Project 365, Weeds, Wish and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “Ragged

  1. aina o'kane on said:

    Very beautiful………

  2. weedimageoftheday on said:

    Thank you Aina, even in ragged states, beauty strikes!

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