Poignant and Blunt When Kind


Mine is a patchwork by design…

somewhat disabling when first found out.

Chapped by the elements.

Poignant and blunt when kind.

I do not own the craggy roads…

its salt…

its sand…

hold what I conceive.

Hiding my disillusionment in every frost heave…

to avoid all the cracks.

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