I was

in chronic pain
from the blistering

of those 
I admired
and longed
to befriend,

until one day
I passed beyond caring
for such things, 
laid down
and slept 
still alone and

woke to find

I’d become 
a gem, uncut
by other hands
yet faceted nonetheless

the process
of loneliness
curing into


and thus transformed

sought after,

what I had once longed for
and what I no longer

to be.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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