The Little Game
7th June 2022

Matters of the heart,
…wrenching me apart,
emotions felt inside,
I feel I cannot hide.

To the world they seem a show,
present a bitter blow,
every awkward moment,
every beaten low.

Simply to live I draw deep breath,
widen my eyes, avoid a tear,
stand up trembling straight,
swallowing my fear,

plunge into life with others,
who I suspect feel just the same,
dance this dance of denial,
…play our little game.


Ice encrusted snowgum leaves,
Mt Stirling, Australia.

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