In the day to day, there is not often enough room to be who we are. It’s a fight. Always.
You are just two simple words on the
Face of things.
Yet, you are the bane of my existence,
Dictating beyond all my resistance
What I ought to be doing on
Any given day,
In any given period of living,
Always narrowing the point to
Just one way…
Oh, obnoxious, overbearing should be’s!
With your straight-jacketed knack for
Squeezing a person in
Till freedom of movement is hindered.
Your wagging finger weighs me down,
Leaving expression all but splintered.
Oh, there are days and times I
Push past you to put my dreams to
A pretty sort of practice,
But, then, there you are, back again,
Summoning me up to be your actress,
Pressing me into the undesired role of
Refusing to acknowledge its
Ultimate, utter fallacy.
And, yeah, you win some battles,
But know this-
I will never stop fighting
To yank the authentic me from the
I will never quit reclaiming the
Deepest parts of my truest self…