My Surrender

Hidden and uncompromising,
and anchoring a fool,
he is a light to bright to see.
Flitting here and there and
immune to the antics of others.
We all depend on somebody,
sometimes,
somewhere.
Struggling with demons we can’t see,
he plasters on a smile and
it’s all okay again.
Life goes on,
over and over again.
Stop. Rewind. Remind and Replay.
He is the narrator to this aged play.


2008