There are times,
when the
only story
I know is
my own and
it comes out
on the page
in lyric
and line.
I call it
poetry.
Others call
it broken
lines and
garbage.
I take those
shiny rocks
they throw to
distract me
and polish
and add to
my collection
of refurbished
distractions.
So if I
get doubtful
and need
reminding
I look to
these negatives
and see how
far I have come,
through what
and whom,
and how.
The doubt
monster has
nothing
on me.
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