A Poet's Turn

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I embraced a need for pain

As I entered once again

A lonely road through trials,

With fall and crusting denials.

From the fall I've faith again

Forging my turn from the pain. 

I'll hold focused when reeling

As all twinged from their ceiling.

Then I'll thwart fractured self

Picking scab's archaic shelf

Finding good a word or phrase,

In bright fields where my thoughts graze.

Trust hope to give mind's abyss

Some new insight that is missed.

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