Diminishing Resolve
I became a hammer,
the pissed off kind,
always looking for a nail to drive;
cold, forged steel.
But this was not a human life…
I always wanted to live invisibly
like panthers in the jungle,
still I needed a bit more
and had to pay my rent.
Even with the wind at my back
and an ace in my pocket,
life blunted my sharp edges
until I willingly surrendered.
Now my time to fight has come and gone.
It’s not the mirror on the wall,
but the ticking timepiece in my chest,
telling me to go home and begin again.
“A great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges.”
This poem was written on May 6, 2023.
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