You know that feeling?
Caged-in, unable to move your own limbs,
Convinced that since you’re powerless,
Nothing’ll ever break you free
No friendship, no hope
The tiniest inkling of faith has left
And there you stand, on your own two feet
Faced with the oncoming wave that looms over you,
Threatening to crush you, rushing, imminent
Can you feel its weight simply from its shadow?
Can you taste the salt that you know will burn?
Can you hear the others clamoring behind you?
“Jump, jump, jump”
“Run towards the looming mast of death”
Do you hear them protest and claim their innocence?
Do the microscopic voices also whisper in a corner of your mind that maybe the problem is you?
And as forcefully as you attempt to cram those thoughts back into their drawers,
Behind those velvet curtains gathering dust
They’re still there
The puppet master continues to pull your strings
You’re still expected to take step after step towards a machine whose gears’ only intention is to crush you
The crowd surges over you
And you feel tinier than ever as they profess that you are the black swan, the monster, the abomination in a theater of white sheep
July 19th 2016