February 12–18 ❘ Like Flint

Like Flint

All these years I’ve chipped
words from living quarry,
honed bright, unstained
instruments sharp enough
to pierce calcified hearts.

I’ve made a bow with spring,
arrow shafts from what straight
sticks I could find.
I’ve sought guidance
for the hunt.

My face is set,
bolts ready to fly and scatter
encompassing sparks.
I will not be ashamed.
Not anymore.

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