13 December 2021
husk
i tire of trying to force something into being
modern mysticism presses to manifest
as though with the right mindset
dreams will drop from nether into one’s lap
my weary mind latches onto this
easy release of responsibility
but if i rely on the universe
without taking steps first
does it not make me
the hopeless sufferer
- the family dud member -
who never helps herself?
the mooch, the leech,
that the family derides?
the one who waits and waits
for the perfect fit
when any damn shoe would do?
is that what this makes me?
then, it seems
more than grasping at dreams
i’ve let ambitions slip with no one to blame
but the fatigued girl who bears my name.
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