And Then
And then it was 2019,
and 2018 ended on a sour note.
And I woke to tepid despair
and a saw only mediocre toil,
mindless sliding towards
a sterile goal, dead
eventually
never having started
(or perhaps forgetting)
the game.
So, I took a step back,
I took a step out, and looked
once more, at my self
as a character of the stage,
this foolish stupid world,
and put down, for a moment,
the fears I was carrying,
this concern for those about me,
for a moment, and as that
crystalline character, that
ancient child, that warrior,
took a breathe
and, waving once more at
(her)
at all those watching me trudge
through
(the end of)
this life,
laughed the tired laugh of
the unbeaten,
and jumped back in.
Copyright © Chris Fortin | Year Posted 2019
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