And yet, you choose to defend
With blind eyes and closed ears
Ignoring your Truth.
Hope seeps through your fractured heart.
Slowed evermore by Should, like
Sand, those tiny glistening bits of quartz,
clogging all sense
Drawing a line between protecting and sacrificing,
Your search is endless and meaningless.
Blanketed by Ought, and held out of reach
By your own hand.
Extending forever outward in all directions
Never to realize
Nor to accept
Each dream, each desire stems from within.
| CLOSE | SAND | DEFEND | STEM | LINE |
-Weekly Writing Challenge #163 Poetry from the secret keeper