I was playing for pride that evening, a bottled night waiting to explode
It was moon-kissed, silver-edged and self aware
Ignorant of the challenge ahead, I borrowed audacity to probe and confound
inciting at times that white hot anger that knew no secrets, no control
Imagine if you will the scene that played out as fate took a terrible turn
Immersed in the marriage of imposter and ingenue, I pretended to be the victor
Insanity proved too worthy a foe as fury manifested as delusion and
identity, that world we create to survive, crushed and crumbled
Ideas hurtled toward limits that spanned walls I built
Impulse unintentionally led to escape, an
incentive hardened by an
injection of unknown courage
Instead of settling for words left unspoken or
injuries hidden beneath indigo scarves,
inklings of something better began to beckon
Insomuch as bravery befalls even the unwilling
inquiries opened doors that are no longer taken for granted
Inmates, even those of us sentenced to life terms, can create a new deal
I played for pride that evening
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What an incredible piece this is! You took this challenge to a new height, and I am impressed beyond belief. Thank you for sharing with us!
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Thank you so very much!
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