Retell the Lie

“Why is life so hard?”

I lament and cry.
I cry to myself
and retell the lie.

“This is unfair!”

Woe unto me.
I rage by myself
and retell the lie.

Exhausted from
my travails, I lay
down to sleep.

Resting near at hand,
lay a familiar thing.
hand-sculpted and black:
my self-effigy.

“Dear God, please…,”

I pray, while pushing
sewing needles
deep into my clay.


©️ CGT, 2018.

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