You must forgive
my desecration
for mining is
my true vocation

I sniff, scratch and claw
At the simplest sign
that there may be more
than meets the eye
I cover in dirt
And inadvertently hurt
Those standing idly by

I’m compelled to dig
where others would walk
Shovelling out words
when others won’t talk
Just trying to get down
to some gem I can use
as a prism to colour
a moment misused
or a streak to line
the doubts that rise
to fill the air
with clouds of despair
that digging is the only prize


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