In the shift, poetry.

Piece by piece, brick by brick
I am building.
Letter by carefully crafted letter,
I get better.

A stairway,
Gold encrusted, marbled maple hewn
Leads ever upward.

Not toward inevitable success.
But toward chambers as yet unseen.
Wide quiet rooms where,
Silent and secret,
I accept of myself.

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