Poetry for me
Is a plumber
Who arrives
To clean out the clogs
Dissolve sticky
Residues
Purge matted up
Hairy remnants
Of traumas past
Clear out the pipes
Of unresolved
Issues
Flush my drains
Allowing the
Clear water
Of my mind
To flow
"Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither." C.S. Lewis
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