Paralyzed, my body moves

creating the lies,

writing a fiction

for the world to read.

I am lost, making my way

through the routine,

the daily show

to smile, to speak, to act.

I seem better today,

my performance fools you,

living in the circle

to return to the end,

to start again…

Ciaran Burke

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