Words of the Soul

19.

(12.3.20)

I am the blindfolded

Chess player

Playing the game

While my opponent plays me

Trying my hardest

But you are always

At least

Four steps ahead

You have the advantage of sight

But I see nothing

Every small victory

That I hold over you

It is returned threefold

Your pawn. My knight.

I can't win this game

But I still try

Every act of defiance

Is a sign to you

I will not be defeated

My spirit flickers on

A sputtering candle in a storm

The dying torch in the night

Weary

Ready to give up

But I must persevere

The game goes on