You swore an aversion to being controlled
Yet, here you are, salting the bountiful to sow among weeds
And for what?
Because you were told you would burn?
Or was it because you lack the conviction to actually choose the narrow path?
It is easier to be led by the collar
than to break the chains you've now welded.
To turn your face from the warmth of the sun to nest in a cavern of dank despair.
Blessed be the man who runs from his own happiness
for he shall inherit the crown of the martyr
and drink from the bitter sponge of self righteousness.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.