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The Race

The air inside, Behind the doors I'm safe, Safe from the other side of me, Who is shrouded in mystery, The man I am, The person I see, Is not who they see, In isolation, I'd stay, Trapped away, Separated from the world, Until I have subdued, Until I have conquered, Until I have pushed aside, That man who tussles my day with me. September 16, 2022. Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest, Brian Strand.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/22/2022 3:00:00 PM

Go for it in subduing that man. Great to see this one on the winners' list. Way to go. Congratulations. Sara

Thompson Emate
Date: 9/22/2022 8:52:00 PM

Thank you, Sara I'm honoured.

Susan Ashley

Date: 9/22/2022 12:50:00 PM

Dear Thompson, the intimate nature of your expressive poem is revealing yet veiled. A thought-provoking piece. I especially love the last for an evocative finale. Congratulations for your excellent win in Brian's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Thompson Emate
Date: 9/22/2022 1:24:00 PM

Thank you, Susan. It's an honour.