young man

I dug holes. Shovelled dirt.

Measured my strength

by the size of stones

I could roll and pile.

 

Shoulders always ached

but my face was tanned,

hands were calloused

and I felt sort of safe.

 

It wasn’t enough though

so I nurtured  a temper.

Broke skin and bled knuckles

against tree trunk and walls.

 

 

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