The Inconsistencies Are What You Remember

Strings attached to my chest, pull
much like a puppet, I put on a show.
The smile contains flushed red cheeks
even when I feel pale.
The glimmer in my eyes, were caught
like a firefly in the night.

I’m so far gone, that I’m lost.
I enjoy the adventure of finding this new sense of self.
I’m not the same as I was yesterday

or who I will be tomorrow;

and that, amongst so much more, coasts the fire,
enticing the passion we as people long to find.


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the way our lives are reflected and seen


Break the silence. End the violence.

Luke Atkins

Film, Music, and Television Critic

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