On the Run
It shapeshifts,
It streams away,
I bring it back,
It stays with me for a while,
It then wants to leave me again,
I fight to hold it back,
I wrestle to keep it in its chamber,
Sometimes I win,
Sometimes I lose,
I imagine it laughing at me when it's the victor,
I ask questions for which I have had no answer,
I try to unravel the mystery behind my plight,
It leads nowhere,
A dead-end street,
I have cried on the inside,
My tears have overflown their banks,
I trudge along on this path,
Thorns and thistles no longer scare me,
Who am I?
Why do I go through this?
Am I created for this?
I ascend with weary steps,
I push against the tide,
I speak to it,
I tell my mind to stay in its closet,
I tell it to dwell with me.
June 29, 2022
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