Abrasion, oh the pain it brings,
As rough surfaces cause their stings.
The skin is scraped, the flesh is torn,
A wound that leaves us feeling worn.
The sting of salt and sand and stone,
A feeling that we all have known.
The roughness grinds against our skin,
Leaving a mark that's hard to mend.
The sting of love lost, of words that hurt,
Of wounds that leave us feeling inert.
The abrasion of life's sharp edges,
That leaves us feeling like we're on ledges.
But in the pain, we find our strength,
And learn to carry on at length.
For every scrape and every tear,
Is a lesson that we must bear.
So when abrasion comes our way,
And leaves us feeling bruised and grey,
Let's remember that it's just a test,
A way to help us be our best.
