by Cheryl Merrick
Like a jeweler's file
used as a tooth pick,
or a piano leg
wielded as a hammer;
Like a race horse
pulling a plow,
or a book merely
adorning a shelf;
Like a sculpture
placed as a doorstop,
or a painting wrapped
around garbage;
I end up broken
-- wasted,
when my talents
are not used
as God intended.
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