it is still summer
despite the grey and rain -
here I am
dressed up as me
but my face isn't the same -
it holds all the moves
on the board, all the
choices, sacrifices, leaps
of faith and drudge
of days, of sorrow-ways

I cannot hate these lines
they are etches in the
ink of my heart, every
parting, every sign
is here for all to see
of what went on within

I show it to the world bravely
with no shame:
this is me
and all that I have been 

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