The art of letting go isn’t art whatsoever

it’s messy, sloppy and not within the lines

of my nature

I tend to dig, mold, sculpt anything out of


and when it’s all said and done, the creation

isn’t masterful or priceless

it costs dearly

Perceptions changed, friendships dwindle into dust

business partners fold their hands and brush

my mere existence off

So, why continue with the archeological dig?

So I can say, “I told you so”, “I was right, you were wrong”?

I know I’m right and at the end of the day, if I can tell myself

job well done uncovering the earth to find that missing needle in

the haystack, ok.

But really, nobody else cared about it –

That’s why it was buried.

6-14-2016 4-25-30 PM



About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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