Sandpaper

Sandpaper

Confusion is found in maintenance

Embattled with knowledge

I go questing for solutions

Challenges are sandpaper

Refines my spirit

My answers are in jeopardy

Sometimes honest endeavors found

Then we find the question

Attempting to interlock

Random guesses resolve

Hunches based on instinct

Our deep reserves for survival

Trusting ourselves

Bitter in our determination

Following a self-created walkway

Happiness just out of grasp

Stretching fingers tip the knob

Doors that close while others open

Broken splinters of wood

Evidence of forced entry

Some by self others unlawful

C. Lin Rawlins Oct. 13 1998©