hard work

hard work

I danced the dance, fought the fight, did the hard thing,
listened to my soul.
And when it was said I presented it to him,
that teacher,
that know-it-all,
that God.
And all he said (though not unkindly) was
“that poem’s not finished. Keep writing.”

Talk (write) to me.

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