Transgressing to conform to your brand of “good”
Not all good of course – some bad – but we should
Fake till we make, but what are we making?
Creating a space where we feel bad for taking
The time to embrace the rough with the smooth.
Feeling guilty for stealing our own time to soothe
Our aching brains and hearts. Some peace
And rest or moment of intense release.
Snuffing out the flames of the fire in my belly
All in the name of disagreeing well - we
Cannot continue to throw ourselves in
To always end up right back where we begin.
A quiet rebellion though
Did you even notice – no
Could not pay enough, money or attention
To the life that you drained or the weight of the tension
That grows and develops, pulling and tearing
At every relationship – eroding and wearing.
This rebel – Shutting down, checking out
Facing reality, you know nothing about.
Wasted in your eyes, not ready for this gift
Which feels like a curse as it sets you adrift
In a sea, shades of grey, is this really seeing?
More pressing now; growing a full human being.
Connecting with light and the green grass of home.
Dig where I stand, choosing not to roam –
At least not as you dictate – this journey for me
Through a narrower lens, maybe more hope I see.