Doing the Work.
Laying the mortar.
Finding new paths to pave.
Removing the debris.
Retiling and restructuring all obstructions.
Grinding all surfaces smooth.
This the work I choose to do.
I'm turning my weakness into my strengths.
I'm honing my craft.
I'm calerbraing my instruments.
I'm adhering to a new regiment.
I'm fully commiting to my discipline.
I'm tunneling into a new space.
I'm closing the leaky valves.
I'm closing the gap.
I'm filling the void.
One I've finished building my new vessel it will not be destroyed.
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