Black script lettering tattoo reading With pain comes strength across a patch of skin, in a fine line style.

Script quote reading With pain comes strength

Lettering · Black and grey · Photo

A single line of cursive script reads With pain comes strength across the skin, filling most of the width of the frame. The linework is thin and even, in black ink with soft grey shading where the letters meet the skin. The text sits horizontally across the centre of the photograph against a warm, softly lit background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom, the bell at St Agnes has cracked again, and Mr Pryor says it will not be recast until the spring, so you will have to forgive me for writing on the back of the rent book. I have your coat by the door. The left cuff is still torn from the hedge at Bramley, and I have sewn it twice now, which is once more than it deserves.

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The foundry men came up from the Black Country on Tuesday with a cart of tin and a boy who could not stop staring at the furnace. Mother gave him bread and told him what she tells everyone, that the metal does not care how tired you are, only how steady. I thought she was talking to the boy. Then I saw her hands, scarred white across the knuckles from the scullery copper, and understood she was talking to herself.

You asked in your last letter whether it gets easier. I will be honest with you, because you always could tell when I was not. It does not. Mother says with pain comes strength, and she has the hands to prove it, but what actually happens is that you stop flinching at the sound of the hammer, and one morning you realise the ache in your wrists has become the thing that tells you the work is real. I wrote her line on the wall above my bed in pencil so I would stop arguing with it.

Come home when the thaw is in. Bring the good knife, and do not let Pryor talk you into the night shift. The river is high and the lamps on the bridge still go out at eleven, so walk the towpath and count the lock gates. There is a note in the tin under the loose board for your fare.

Yours, Nell