Pulling, churning,

Stealing my happiness.

Angry, set off, neurotic,

Just like us.

Critical, controlling,


Dismissive and superior.

What’s best for us

Is that we are free.

How can we be free together?

Angry songs and dropping bombs

What’s the lesson in this tension?

Maybe I’m ready to stand up and fight

Maybe I’m ready to die.

The stifling reality of being limited

In a world of infinite glory

Could I ever love enough?

Trust enough

In the umbilicals that are growing toward me?

Can I forget my inability to overpower my abuser?

Can I sing with this voice?

Do I have a choice?

I’m on stage

The light’s on

They are waiting.