I am sorry,
but you must understand
that whatever tenderness
I held from birth
as my own
was squeezed early on into
the relative safety of
stony, hard locked fists.
This constant warring,
this impotent boxing
I have called “living,”
has all been
a shadow game
I have played
hoping it might
shake loose
a better man
from inside them.
Dark Matter 
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