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A Well Worn Inheritance

If courage is something we inherit

then mine was already battle scarred

the day my parents sewed it into my blood.

Whenever I have to reach for it

I reread the fingerprints bruised along its flesh

from worried hands that clutched it close

seeking reassurance.

The beatings haven’t made it fragile.

Instead it’s more like leather,

worked until it bends softly beneath pressure

but refusing to break.

More often than not I wrap it around my joints

in the hope it will support knees

elbows

aching wrists

when I force them to lift me a little higher.

I cannot hide myself completely

beneath its folds

as all armour has its chinks.

Instead I protect myself as best I can,

tuck in the frayed edges,

darn the patches when they come loose

and try to add something of mine

that I can pass on

when it becomes time.


Daily Post: Courage

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

2 Comments

  1. I especially like: If courage is something we inherit

    then mine was already battle scared

    the day my parents sewed it into my blood.:
    It leads nicely into the poem. Good imagery.

    P.S. How do you pronounce scared?

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