------------- A Jinjagoliath poem: 26th June 2023 POTD 28.6.23 -------------
My work is identity The axe in my hand No blisters to bother me As for years I just stand The weeds and the flowers Call me back down to earth The brown rust confuses Destroys my self-worth The tears and the rain Have frozen me here It could be forever At least that is my fear But then I hear singing And love with a twirl There's something of beauty This dog and this girl She stops to acknowledge Where my work is so stale I am rescued completely My Dorothy Gale We converse, no lips moving I creak and I groan She talks of a journey To get herself home I determine to help her As she's helping me We walk and we talk It feels good to be free It's strange but I know that She strives for the best I feel something beating Once again in my chest Not sure where we're going When this journey will end But I feel like I love her This newly found friend
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