Vat of Sharks

Writing is
throwing your soul into a vat of sharks
praying they don’t bite but you know they will

Writing is
threading your heart through a heap of crushed glass
praying it won’t sting but you know it will

By the time you’re through you’re broken, bloody,
bitter, but not beaten

By the time you find your broken pieces
and fit them together
like jigsaws

your pen is all ready, poised to pour more.

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