We renovate what we can
If we're able. Often, it's the case, that we learn
Later, what we've done to who we are
And then a sturdy reprimand is in order.
I've sifted through boxes of stored history
Seeking ways to thin inventory
Finding old pieces of paper that tell sad tales
That sound so similar
To my
Today.
I want to burn those words... and
Eradicate the proof
That in ten years time
The caged heart has remained
Brutally, the same.
It's time for growth
Outward. Inward. All around.
To suffuse my needs into the effort needed
That will yield something warmer
Than my own two hands.
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