Writing begun as a quest to see

Answers to questions such as why me?

Though not consciously, It was then 

That words spewed forth 
 
Vile, rank, poisonous turds

Disguised in the cloak of poatic verse
 
Hidden for years show once again

Cleaned and cleansed by the power of the pen

Flawed pearls of wisdom residing for all time

Held within the realm of amateur rhyme