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A CURIOSITY THAT CLAWS
<>A CURIOSITY THAT CLAWS
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inspiration isn’t grand~
no thunderclap or blinding light,
just a persistent drip.
it is the chipped teacup
holding the ghost of chamomile,
a forgotten kindness or a whispered word.
it is the stubborn green shoot
pushing through cracked concrete,
the resilience of dandelions in a world paved over.
it is a voice that will not be quieted,
a hunger that gnaws, a curiosity that claws
to which I surrender.
I let the words fall, unpolished and raw,
a clumsy offering to the altar of living,
to the boundless beauty of creating.
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