Unholy Trinity (Cleaver of Craft)
I sat with shame for a while
From the looking-glass she stared back
Odd that I could not see her breath
When so clearly I felt mine
I sat with anxiety for a while
It mounted as we met
Gnawing for the hours we both spent
Kneeling to standards like a shrine
I sat with tension for a while
Muscles gnarled from lack of care
Unbinding them with plain attention
Those tightly wound unruly vines
There was a glint in her left eye
That carried no tension, anxiety, shame
I traveled there and found some freedom
My craft in a small speck of light
–by Me
Girl with The Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer
Inspired by The Craftsman by Richard Sennet
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