Pride Games
we've been waiting here
for far too long
stuck at a standstill
stubborn checkmate
finally,
crumbling,
the pride chips off icy face
falls to the dust in a defeated heap
i turn
-your eyes alight
sensing final victory
meaningless in reality
yet you breathe more easily
stand taller now, importantly
but you're the one who still can't sleep
replaying battles in your dreams
obsessively repeating memories
-you wear your pride on your sleeve
while mine runs deep
mine runs deep
so i'm the one who walks away
leaving you to your stubborn fate
surrounded by armfuls of hate
i will not waste another day.
poem by Tzipora Knock
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