We gather in half light,
Shoulder pressed to shoulder
Each rehearsing
The lines we think...
But truth is unrehearsed thing,
It stumbles onto stage,
Without a cue,
Without a costume.
Blinking in the sudden
Brightness.
Community is not applause,
It is the silence after,
When the masks are still warm....
We perform our certainities,
Like armor we've forgotten
We put on.
End
Subject: This poetry deals with the uncertainities we face on a daily basis as life goes on in a very metaphorical manner.
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