Break hard earth bold faced and take
Shots with pain like some men dream
To bury their youth.
Shake fast and loose this sense of
Past self that's faded like the lines
Of labels for gin.
Those steel stern sails can direct you to
Storms to make your blood warm and
Cook your heart rare.
But as long as the anchor is embedded in flesh,
Pushing through layers of steel wool skin,
The spirit will stick to the barest of stones
Waiting for boldness to break free from within.
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