July 5, 2021

The Missing Mantra

So helpless now,
the support,
no longer there,
to lean on.

Mesmerized,
in childhood.
Taught to think,
creatively,
forced to live rigidly.

A disappearance,
from reality.
A slip between,
the system of control,
and a wild imagination.

Clinging to that,
there’s always hope.