The word reminiscent of the taste,

A word detested,

Cursed and cat-called

Stinks of corrugating rust

Synonymous with abject misery.

Yet, in all its sanguine naivety,

It is what life is about.

All those defining moments

The game-changers, the check-mates

The low blows, the catastrophes

The cascading falls, the downward spiral

The ruminating revisions in the brain

All of which leave an after-taste,

That endow none unabased.

Albeit what many let slip

Is the growth, Resilience, the Evolution

That chips away those unglamorous edges

Credit to those bitter-sweet events

That shape our present.


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