Singlepenny Nails

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Singlepenny nails, 

a mirror cracked 

and I a wounded man.

For a long time 

I have hung my world atop cheap ideas

and hopelessly wished it would hold.

For too long 

I have looked to others to tell me who I am,

and fashioned a vanity from their observations.

For too long 

I have carried a heavy-framed, broken reflection of myself;

a reflection I have built and is not me.

I have grown up, 

sought comfort in passivity and violent places,

and known the pleasures of life.

But I am 

just now, learning 

again how to live.

I want to be, 

to know 

and see myself in all things again.

I want to make love 

with more 

than just my body.

To sow seeds 

and to grow 

like the forest does.

I want to live fully in this world 

so that I may, one day, 

die at home.

Towards this 

is my work; 

my art.

It is who I am 

and who 

I will always be.

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