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The twist !
Writing is often fun and mischievous, it doesn’t always have to be serious or reflective. I think it’s important to mix it up now and then, regardless of your normal “go to” style. I sometimes like to write write with a twist. To lead the reader down a road in which the assume they understand the narrative, only to twist it in the last few lines…. You’ll see what I mean with this piece below. Have you ever stepped out of your comfort zone and tried something different ? Fancy sharing - If so, post it up and let us know why your piece is different to your normal writing ✨ Who am I ? The lies I tell myself to get through the day, The illusion of control, Graciously ashamed, I love you, I tell you, I need you, I say, My introverted exterior needs it’s ego caressed, Where are we I wonder day after day, Watching the seconds slip away Every choice I make I tell myself is for you, Each one strips another feather front my wings, How long before I can no longer fly away. But I love you, I tell you, Or am I really telling me, Maybe I should let it burn, Deep down I know I would survive the fire, I always do, But I love you, Don’t I ? What even is this I start to wonder, I don’t even know who I am anymore. The illusion falters, Those moments of questioned panic appear, Why am I here, Do you even love me, I’ve been so busy trying to love you, I never stopped to ask, My face hurts from wearing this mask. If I remove my disguise and step from the flames, Allow myself to be whole, Im not sure if anyone would love my soul ? But I love you, I tell you, Your eyes stare back, For a second I freeze, Waiting for the mirror to crack, Looking at myself, Not convinced that’s its me, If only my reflection was free.
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This is a great example of how playfulness and risk can deepen the work rather than dilute it. The shift in perspective at the end reframes everything that came before and gives the piece real emotional weight. Stepping outside a familiar style often reveals truths we might not reach otherwise—and your use of the twist feels earned, not gimmicky. Thanks for sharing this and for inviting others to experiment as well.
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