Began
Tooling I tooled
holding the brush
the pen
the chisel
the scalpel
Waking the ache
Wrestling the mood
I painted
I wrote
I carved too deep
And weeping I bled
Keeping my cup
My canvas
My wheel
My pages
Framing the moment
on a clear wall
My table
My shelf
My own head
now free
Free to remember
and to know
where it all
began
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