and the fruits of this labor
I offer the world,
whatever I create,
I hope you find a bite that is juicy and sweet.
if you find the flesh bruised and
bitter.
I still won't give up,
I will work to make my art better.
Put my time where my mouth is
and turn this potential into
kinetic energy-
pound the pavement like a jackrabbithammer,
like the breakthrough growth of roots,
absorb books like water,
like they know something I don't,
'cause they do,
and I will never stop turning over
new leaves,
or strengthening my core sample,
I'll find joy in every new germination,
and keep offering up fresh
creations,
in the hopes the fruit tastes
sweeter each time.
And I still might fail.
But that just makes it worth trying.