Attenshun. Poem illustration to post

I need words

to comfort me

to seek truth

to enable that elegant transfer

of emotion onto the page

The dance of a sprite

revealed behind curtains

in the theatre of my mind

For we are taught that all

will be revealed

and I am avid as a spectator

yet reluctant

to peek at what I fear will show

how weak I am, how I lost

and so, as ever, I return to words

my friendly soldiers

with ambiguous shells

Marching out of step

with their hilarious secrets

in threadbare uniforms

My raggle taggle army

always on point

So close to mutiny.

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