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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tap Tap Tap. An arm emerges from the stone, A hand, A head. Legs shaped for moving. Hands carved for giving. Tap tap tap. Shaped with intention, purpose, and skill The stone carver is a talented man. Potential radiating from the art Tap tap tap. A mind made to choose. Steady, strong, and somewhat uncomfortable, The tapping continues on. But a new sound enters the mix A whispering of wonders A breath of bliss. It whispers of pleasure, freedom, comfort. Away from the Carver’s clicking. It promises more than work could ever give “Here, you can do as you wish.” Abandoning the carver, the stone rushes away To freedom and bliss To live life their way. Happiness fills the angles of its form, Light dances over its rough surface. Every edge hums with delight, And the wind sings in its ears. But the unfinished stone stumbles and falls. Tiny fractures appear, multiply. Untested and untended, the stone is falling apart. Why would the Carver make you weak? CRACK You can fix this on your own. CRACK The Carver will never take you back. CRACK You are not worth saving. CRACK My legs are broken. My arms are crooked. My brain is twisted. My eyes are shattered. With trembling hands, I try to veil my fractures in my own dust. The dust does not hold. It slips from the cracks, falls useless at my feet. I press harder. The fractures widen. The whispers are gone. So is the bliss. Only silence and then, faintly, Tap. I choke on the word. It scrapes out of me, broken Carver… No demand. No excuse. Just a plea through shattered stone. Tap tap tap. He accepted me. With patent kindness the Stonecarver chips away my shattered stone. He revealed flesh. Tap tap tap Blood flows through me like fire! I am undone and remade. I inhale.
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