We are alchemists, every one of us.
Rumpelstiltskins not of straw, but of emotion, meaning.
Transforming pain & loss into opportunity,
indifference into passion.
Of course it goes the other way, too —
we can spin gold into straw just as readily,
perhaps more so.
A native talent, I think.
It took only a matter of months for me to spin passion
into the first strands of contempt,
but even after 20 years of honing my skills,
it took 2 1/2 years to burnish mild interest
into gleaming, transparent love.
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