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Blisters: The Journey Begins

As I break ground
my hands form blisters
"Why are you hiding?
Just tell her you miss her"

With axe in hand I will turn solid earth to fissure
I'm human; all too human
Can I handle the pressure?

One...two...three... One...two...three...
I establish a rhythm
as I listen to the sound
of other men sinking

"She's moved on
You read her wrong"
or are those just excuse
to not carry on?

I've barely made a chip
but I'm proud of my reflection
I'll dig down deep....or slip
under the waves of depression



Written by Everyday_Author (Randall)
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Author's Note
I'm finally deciding to be the hero in my own story.
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