hard work
i toil and i ache and i yearn and i toil i toil and i love and i love too deeply and still i toil i work and i miss chances and i overcorrect i bide my time and wait for a moment and the moment comes! and i stumble and fall and hurt in a torrent of words not meant to be said i toil and i toil and i toil yet still i sweat and i bleed and i cry and i toil for all the bleeding and crying, i cannot stop for i am caught in the difficult labour of birthing something new from my life something easier than this, perhaps