Heather OC: Week 13 of 208

Thus Far

A birthday poem

Shamed for daring, for growth.

There is no satisfying those

Who’d never be what they want.

When she has reached and realized

It’s all a bunch of bullshit, how quickly

The game swallows her back up,

Into the Sarlacc Pitt. Her tentacles

Flail to escape and useless. She is Cassandra.

She is Leia, and no one

Will listen to her foolishness.

Drown in sand and omission

Of possibilities bright on the TV

Screen. Dream of throwing

A ball that is worthy, or

Supporting yourself

Beyond these means.