My writing is part of me; it is a glimpse at my core.
It is far from perfect, as am I.
It is often far from good, but it is mine.
I know that I must revise because no line is right,
but it tears at my soul to change a point.
Yet in each change I make,
in every red mark and line erased,
I find...I find not heartache or despair,
but rather that in change
--in mending my sad ways--
something good comes from my wretched lines.
Revision, like repentance, lets this sinner mend mistakes
and give the gift of better things.
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