Once upon a time, You were bound for someone’s fireplace Ready to burn yourself to keep the cold out Sacrificing yourself for the warmth An admirable ambition nonetheless But what a shame of a way to go You were exceptional, so one of a kind Like a buoy in the ocean You stood out among a sea of commotion
With no hesitation, A craftsman decided to fight for your alternate life Picked you up, hauled you home Boy, what a heavy log you were For you to truly shine Rots needed to be axed Botches needed to be sanded Cracks needed to be filled After a lifetime of love and care Now you get to literally say “Dinner’s on me!”
Chainsaw marks and scratches still remain A part of who you are but no longer in pain With new purpose and endeavor Looking as beautiful as ever
P.S. Started this poem thinking “I’m gonna write about the cheese board I’m making.” Half way through, I realized it could also be about how a battle worn person like the log after going through the renewing process with the right support from a craftsman or in human sense, family and friends came out a better, lighter, happier version of itself. So go back and read it again from a different perspective.