my father tossed salt into the unknown
a ritual to blind what lurked behind
mother whispered of prayers and pepper too
an offering to shield what shadows took
i walked softly around the jagged edges
afraid to wake what slept beneath my steps
the paradox of salt—it stings, it heals
each grain a choice we scatter and consume
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A lovely metaphor and deep as well salt being on of the basic primitive elements and a universal need.
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