One SNIP Away

I understand and guess that you will expect some prose about material things made out of passion.

Apologies, for I must say the craft that drives me everyday is not so easily held. You'd like to know it's contents, the things that make it go...

Yes, all those bits and bobs and things.

You'll be surprised, for it is comprised of little things called genes. Times 46 by 3 billion, the human genome is a chore.

My accomplishments, as of yet, almost 31 years in the making;

all compiled, not yet filed, a million crafts galore!

Throughout my years, I've held these shears,

forever clipping. chopping. shaping.

This life I've lived, now it's fine,

yet 19 years ago,

even Edward Scissorhands would decline such a daunting task.

Cutting back the masks reality forced upon me as I grew,

so many faces lacking places, no, not a flimsy few.

Let us list them, all these titles,

stubbornly chopped away,

and maybe, at the end of this,

you shall see the part I play.

"Fifth", within a brood of 6.

3 boys, 3 girls (of which I lie betwixt)

"Magpie, Scapegoat, Lonely kid,

Unloved, Misused, Abused...

Little Mouse, My prodigy!

You see, there are a few, and yet still more,

but that's a bore,

from here on out, I'll say;

Long-gone, that path I've walked to date,

along my wretched way,

I'll still seek the best of everything,

for it's just one snip away.