I come across the lane…

I come across the lane
The same where I witnessed
My rise from a girl to a dame

Every now and then
I fall in a quandary
Trying to be a comedienne
When deciding the boundary
Between the guilt and the blame
The regret and the shame
Aren’t they the same?

I come across the lane
The same where I witnessed
My rise from a girl to a dame
The same where I encountered
The devil and the angel in the game

Waving from the sidelines
The angel bows
Defeated, beaten and resigned
Still
The bow and arrows
Stretched and readied
For the ounce of strength borrowed
From the cheerleaders of the past and the sorrows

I come across the lane
The same where I witnessed
My rise from a girl to a dame
The same where I encountered
The devil and the angel in the game
Calculating my fall from the dame to the maimed

Victory was not always mine
Failure always whined
The spirit conquered and shined
Not always
But sometimes

I come across the lane
The same where I witnessed
My rise from a girl to a dame
The same where I encountered
The devil and the angel in the game
Calculating my fall from the dame to the maimed
This time the angel was trained and the devil restrained


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One thought on “I come across the lane…

  1. Pingback: Lies that we may believe/tell part 2 (superstitions) – My Journey Across China

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