Cloak And Dagger Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Cloak And Dagger
Every time he slips it on
for protection
against the cruelties
of life's foul winds
and fair weather friends,
he yearns to be another.
One who doesn't play it
straight and by the rules;
one who could fearlessly
cast his fate to those winds
so he could choose
his own roads and
create his own destiny.
But instead he hides
from the world and himself
stabs the tender reed;
and makes his own soul bleed.
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