Day 22 of my review of the last 12 months and a poem about the games people play …
Forgive me I did not mean to fall.
I played at being indestructible
But it was illusory, imaginary
And not the role I was suited for.
It was a game,
A game of rough and tumble physicality.
Of interchangeable masks and quick change personalities.
And beneath this surface warpaint
I was not sure
I had the fight in me
Or the stomach strong enough for the duplicity.
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