This piece has been in the works for a few weeks now. I keep forgetting about it. Oops.

It is a rabbit hole of discovery,

Finding out that you are different

And that it is not your own rebellious choice.

It feels like whatever authority you were fighting

Finally won and got you in a place you cannot guard

And cannot win back.

You played for keeps

And then you lost.

Lost your independence.

Lost your right to define yourself.

Lost something you do not even know how to grieve

If you are allowed to.

Lost.

And hope must be built on so much more

Than just getting better or by

Because you will not be doing either.

Hope must weigh down your very feet

To help stave off the feeling

Of just fading away.

You will need both hands to hold reality

Both feet to stand on such shifting grounds

And all of your voice to yell Truth

Lest you forget and lose all.

You will need neither eye

For both are blind

In such deep shadows.

Neither will you need your ears

Or else they may take in

Too many heavy lies and drown.

You have enough Truth

If you do not surrender.

If.

I am not totally sold on the ending, but it refuses to rest any other way for now.