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The Play is Done
Half a life spent, a charmer's art,
To win the gaze, to play a part.
The other half, a constant fear,
Of judgments whispered, doubts held near.
The gilded cage of pleasing eyes,
A prison built with hollow lies.
The stage lights dim, the curtain falls,
A weary soul, the actor calls.
No more the mask, the crafted smile,
To chase the praise, the fleeting while.
The script is closed, the play is done,
A weary heart seeks peace to run.
Step off the stage, the spotlight's glare,
And breathe the air, the freedom rare.
For life's true worth, beyond the show,
In quiet depths, true self may grow.
To win the gaze, to play a part.
The other half, a constant fear,
Of judgments whispered, doubts held near.
The gilded cage of pleasing eyes,
A prison built with hollow lies.
The stage lights dim, the curtain falls,
A weary soul, the actor calls.
No more the mask, the crafted smile,
To chase the praise, the fleeting while.
The script is closed, the play is done,
A weary heart seeks peace to run.
Step off the stage, the spotlight's glare,
And breathe the air, the freedom rare.
For life's true worth, beyond the show,
In quiet depths, true self may grow.
Published 20th May 2024
Author's Note
"The Play is Done" is about the weariness of living a life for others' approval and the longing to abandon the facade in search of true self and inner peace.
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