What's in a game?

I started to write this as a song, but then it became a continuation of the war raging. When I consider the last year, I see great gain and great loss, true regret and true redemtion, concrete conviction and considerable doubt. The battle is far from over- daily I question if there will ever be a moment of complete liberty, if I will have the courage to risk my pride for the sake of a new life. I want to ask who is willing to take on the rubble and build it up again. It's like I've been hooked to an IV, constantly dripping, numbing the pain, yet displacing the strength and confidence of each whole member of my body. I am desperate to be heard, yet I have lost expectation, anticipation, of anyone taking notice. Even as I write, there is a half smile at the thought that only a few people may read this, and I very well will be one of them. Well, anyways, no sad faces. Here is the continuation, a submersion surrendered to peace enveloped by the ocean floor, hands raised in the hope of salvation, though the body may fail.

to be continued...