Stifling Down.

Are you even in your mind or do you just go there to die?

Somewhere along the way

you forgot that your words had weight.

That every time you were instructed

how to be, what to do

where to go, when to move,

who you are, you were meant to correct and deny

let you remain held in place.

But you let them grab hold of your legs

and in the presence of that space

let yourself find resonance

in their analysis of your traits.

You didn’t even notice

they’d started pulling you under

until you opened your eyes

in the wake of their blunder.

Your flailing body, cast asunder.

Sunshine in the mind, transformed into thunder.

A darkening of light so bright

An abyss would quiver at the mere sight.

Your silence, stifling.

Their control, deafening.

The reckoning of a mind full of wonder.