Katia (iamkatia) wrote,
Katia
iamkatia

I feel coarse today, like gravel.

All edges. Jagged. Unrefined.

Now there's a word - Jagged.

*holds it to the light & turns it*

Rilke's words flood in,

"She is proud but that is not the fault of her youth.
She is proud as marble is in the hands of Michelangelo, proud as a flower in a picture of the Madonna,
proud as a ray of sunlight passing over diamonds..."



Lord, I'm so filled with gratitude I could burst.
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