Recently I have been struggling with the idea of concreteness. Sometimes it seems as though everything needs an ending or a logical explanation. Because without one, there seems to be no point in the experience, the relationship, the activity- you name it. However, I have come to realize how flawed this logic is. There is great purpose in process and experience and I now believe that rational concreteness takes away passion and emotion and is therefore overrated. I decided to write a concrete poem (in the shape of a pencil) to explain how I've been feeling. I hope you all enjoy The Fine Line of Life.

After a day’s

Mistakes

You can’t erase

Them, but there’s

Always tomorrow

There’s a part

Of everyone

That’s as myopic

As a metal ferrule

But it gives us

Security to have

Our own opinons

But what’s inside

Our core? We don’t

Always let everyone

See. We cover our

Feelings and dreams

With a hard, plain

Exterior. But What

We Enshroud

Ourselves in is not

Solid, in fact it can

Easily be broken;

Cracked right in

The middle. We

Try to keep our

Mold the same as

Everyone else’s.

We strive to be

Tall and skinny;

How society wants

Us to be. People

Use us,it’s bound

To happenWe let

Them wear us

Down, until we

Feel like we’re

Being grinded

R el e ntle ssly,

Spinning in circles

Into an answer

Sheet of a stand-

Ardized test. Yet

We continue to

Go through life.

We pick ourselves

Up and continue

To shape and write

The next chapter

Of our being.But

After years of

Mistakes and

E n d l e s s

Revisions We

Have to ask

Ourselves

What’s

The

Point