The Opus
Acknowledgments.
My writing teacher who lit the fire,
my broken heart I had to repair,
my muse from the very beginning.
My insane desire to keep climbing,
my ambition that knows no bounds,
my taste that desires one in a million.
My shoes that will never need socks,
my spirit that is never on blocks,
my dreams that roll in with high tide.
My conspirators demanding gold,
my haters that are seething pyrite,
my copycats out doing their worst.
My feelings bubbling and determined,
my words filthy that make me gag.
My inner child that refuses reality.
My resilience and all that built it,
my reckless forcing me forward,
my microphone I share poetry on.
Thank you. A million times..thank you.
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