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Life...like a Pencil

 
 
Born unto this existence
unsharpened, branded new  
for the moment looking
for 'might's instance...'
 
Baby, small step, I turn  
a beginning, I'm beginning
to mold... as the butterfly
formed, freed from caterpillar's  
entombed hold...
 
Clouds roll thru the daze
another sunrise, I start  
to realize my glaze...
 
Many moons, whisk by...
new dawn, reaches for the sky
I'm sharpest, now at my peak
 
Many times Broken...
Re-sharpen, reshaped, retry
 
Life-Light-Sped by  
through wisened eyes
 
Alas once bright, n' sharp
I dull, and imminently
grow weak...
Poetikmind
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