Control

I’ve never been one to grasp for control

It’s chains

To me

Have always felt cold.

I came from the womb believing this true,

A penny-priced wisdom,

Tailor-built for a fool,

On the flesh of my heart

Carved deep

Is writ:

“You can’t lose control

If you’ve never had it”

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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