Grueling Process ~ A Poem 

I am not cut out for this land

my turf is somewhere else

blistering barnacles

I am a bumbling fool

turning this way and that 

waiting for a miraculous turning of events to

create enough surface area on me 

so that I can believe

that as much as I deplore and decry 

the living state

I can bear it. 

—–

It’s one thing to accept 

Then go live it….

Ahhh

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