joker (Photo credit: rwillia532)

I am a pretender to this throne
I am a joker out of time
I am an imposter in this realm
I’m a poet without rhyme

I’m a wearer of all masks
And such faces as I’ve worn
Are of warriors un-battled
And children never born

I’m a pretender in my heart
I’m a lover of such guile
I will never be heartbroken
It just could not be my style

I’m an actor on this stage
I’m a performer on the boards
I’m just the mutable clay
Lost in models where I’m poured

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to Pretender

  1. OH wow! I think I know this pretender you speak of. I love this!

  2. I like this Helen. For me the notion of us pretending to be a whole lot of things then never knowing nor revealing the real us comes through strongly. Well done.

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