Acting substitute
Filling a gap
A temporary lack.
Someone is missing
The glue holding it together.
The authority of one who knows.
I am set up-
Tossed blind
Into a strange pond.
I don't know the rules.
The children play me.
I know.
I have lots of life
under my belt…
Greyed hairs
Sagging breasts
Lines around my eyes.
I'm worn out-
Worn thin by lies
by my own faithful waiting
For those who, otherwise
have better things to do.
Acting as substitute teaches me-
There are no worthy substitutes
for the real thing…
And only I myself
my song, can sing.
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