To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war
We have this habit of making homes
out of people who tend
to burn any moment.
And we keep collecting the ashes,
putting them in jars,
hoping to save what little remains.
We made ourselves believe that other people
are remedies; prescribing—injecting ourselves with drugs
that walk and talk and breathe
And I have long since realized that we have seas inside us,
and there are a thousand shipwrecks aching for freedom,
but we hold on to every damaged piece.