Restoring Rust

Restoring Rust

In shadows where the rust’s reign fell,

The steel’s lost glow seeks mending care
Through fractured dreams and lives laid bare
We find the beauty in the tell.The dents of time, the tales they share
Of battles fought and ghosts that yell
So take the time, make no affair—Restore the flesh, though hearts may swell.

Neglect will turn our grace to grime,

A surface lost in wear and spite
Yet care will mend, though out of sight
And smooth away the marks of time.So polish off the grime and climb
Embrace the break, and find the light
In caring touch, reclaim the might
And shield your soul from dust and crime.

Rusted frames will tell the tale,

Of lives in need of tender grace
Where cracks and crevices retrace
The path we’ve walked through storm and hail.The effort pays, though dark and frail
Reviving what we’d left in place
Restoring flesh, we find our base
In loving care, our wounds prevail.

So tend the wounds where rust does creep,

With patience, time will mend the breach
The heart is forged from what we reach
A faithful promise made, not cheap.Through every flaw, the dreams will seep
And in the mending, there’s a speech
Of care bestowed, of gentle preach
To heal and hold the love we keep.

Thus, rust reveals the artful scars,

Of wear and tear, the trials spent
A canvas for the time we lent
To nurture selves like polished stars.Embrace the change, though life’s bizarre
And in the process, find content
For caring hands will circumventThe harshest fates, the darkest bars.