Blood Sweat and Tears

by Jason Tomlinson

Nobody told me – I knew because I was hurt

and the blood that my wounds supplied was poetry on the dirt
the pain of life – while not unique – but still filled with curses
opened the path for all these verses
and I’ve been doing it long enough for all these years
to realize this is also my sweat and tears
and through strains of pain joy and creation
I cry I sweat and bleed imagination 
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