your relatives are exhausting.
with a sharp
pair of scissors you try
to cut the ties
that bind you, but to
no avail.
the blood and history
is thick
keeping you in the mix
of drama after drama.
you circle the wagons,
and wait it out.
dodging flaming arrows.
hoping they'll go away.
leave you alone
to forge or perish on
your own chosen trail.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
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