There are Things....

There are things that cement you here.
They bury your feet, beyond ankle deep, and keep you from letting go.
There are things that attach themselves,
to the very words used to define "you"
Rewriting your story, your battles and glory
Until you can no longer trust the words.
We become text books
Written to build faith in the lie.
Convincing others
That the struggle is to be expected
Another's truth is to be rejected
and no matter the pain
as long as we do what we're told
We'll be rewarded in the end.
There are things
So many things
that in the end
amount to no-thing.
Still...
We choose to live for them
Dying all the while.

Natasha Head
2016