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Click hereThere is a cement fort on my property-
well, my children call it that
I see an ugly gray monolith
covered with a highway of spider webs
I had always wondered what was inside-
and one day simply had to know
So, armed with sledgehammer and chisel
I chipped away at my hard exterior
Feet shook as the dandruff flaked away
I was a little scared you see-
They'd been telling me to open up for years
and now it was actually going to happen
The air filled with dust
Concrete yielded to concrete
Light snow covered the parched grass
as my heart throbbed for release
Bigger and bigger shards of my soul flew
to clog the chimney of my being
Here and there a little opening-
a window to my thoughts
Hands fluttered as my tell-tale heart pounded
only seconds away from the truth
Could I live with my new self?
All the cracks mended, spider webs washed away
The earth moved as the final pieces shattered
A huge cloud of smoke enveloped my senses
When the fog cleared, I stared in hushed awe
at the nemesis of thoughts, the thief of dreams
There, amongst the rubble, cold and unmoving
was a smaller, perfectly formed
cement fort
Chipping away at one's life - seeking a more perfect existence ~ finally achieving the perfectly formed ideal. Wonderful metaphor!
and an excellent metaphor used in a compelling way. you certainly are letting out the soul with each chip. and in a way it can also say from a writing standpoint, that this is what we do each and every time we write. that is my take......great write........don
Keep pounding dear one... this was a wonderful revealing write and I loved the metaphor..
du~