Let The Chips Fall
Where They Will
Writing poetry
is like taking a
sharp knife and chisel
to a block of
humble wood,
that represents
your life,
your experiences,
your emotions,
your memories
and
peeling it back
to resemble
something of beauty
and substance.
Shavings cast aside,
unimportant, forgotten.
Revealment?
Stark truth.
. . . j
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