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Here, with my hands in the dirt.
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.

Then again,
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,

let alone a poet.

knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.

Though they should've,
long ago.

So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.

I think,
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?

But I have no answers.

I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.

To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.

But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
that is.
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SilverWynd Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I really liked this, it kind of made me think of Fight Club
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Jaybird101 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012
Fight club…that’s interesting. Glad you enjoyed the piece and thank you for taking the time to read it.
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SilverWynd Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I recently read the book so it has been on my mind and the lines:

"knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed."

Paired with the identity question and not knowing who you really are, really brought Fight Club to my mind.
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Jaybird101 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012
Yeah ok I get that, pretty cool actually :)
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I like the voice in this poem. It's kind of world-weary and comforting.
nice work :)
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Jaybird101 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2012
World-weary is a very good word for it -wish I had thought of that :). I'm glad you enjoyed this one and I thank ya kindly for the comment :)
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:)
you're welcome!
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bslisted Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2012
As John said below, this piece is very straight forward but it is very easy to identify with which is where it finds its true power. A well written piece which makes the shoes to be filled feel like a one size fits all...(if that makes any sense)
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Jaybird101 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2012
Thank you, friend. Seems to be one of those pieces everyone can related to, glad you enjoyed it :)
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RussianTim Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2012  Professional Writer
This poem is universal. It is cliche in a completely respectful sense of the word. There is no brain teasing metaphor or sensory appealing imagery. It's simply the inner monologue of one man who could easily represent everyone on earth who is unhappy with or confused about or doubtful of the person they are today and the choices they have made. This poem speaks with the collected voices of anyone who is doesn't know themselves anymore and I really enjoyed it. Thank you for writing this.
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