Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

the game

i hate playing games,
especially ones i don’t know the rules for
if the strategy is theirs, and not mine
i feel anxiety over not controlling
what i feel should be my move, my play –
and yet those games are easier to follow
which is why to this day, i say
one of the hardest
games you can ever play
to win or to lose
to avoid or to choose
to heal or to bruise
is the game you face against yourself everyday

backdated post a day poem for September 24th, 2017

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