Category : Poems

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Who needs sandpaper?
Life’s rough enough, I’d say  
Scratching at my patience 
Rubbing me up the wrong way. 

 I’d rather take the plane
Shave me a smoother glide 
Re-shape, define new outlines 
For a faster, smoother ride. 

As it stands, more like a grinder
Relentless, driven, stone
Wearing down my thickened skin
Ground, down to the bone. 

(Feb ‘21)