Writing For A Miner

I have thrown

the dirt of exasperation

over my shoulder

into a pile that has grown.

I am the only miner in creation

in this cave of gems and boulders.

My light can only show

so much at one time

in its limited amount of seconds

before the bulb burns its last glow.

So let me be, let me mine,

let me find my diamonds.

Published in the 2014 Mid Rivers Review Magazine of St. Charles Community College

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