The Release

All around me, the roar  of pain

All around me, the roar of betrayal.

Wrapped around a moment

Stuck, it seems, to an instant of time.

Is there no way to mitigate it?

No way to relieve it?

How long before the roar ceases?

How long before life moves forward?

How long before we release the past?

My past clings likes old gum to my shoes.

In a Collective of my own choosing

I have become Borg, a drone;

Assimilated and efficient.

Like the wild goose I have traveled far,

Restless and wandering.

I am the eldest.

I am the responsible one.

I am expected to meet expectations.

Resistance is futile.

No longer.

I am the eldest.

I will be responsible for myself.

I will meet my own expectations.

I will resist.

In the Collective of my own choosing

I am no longer a drone.

Unassimilated and inefficient;

The price of being human.

Like the wild goose I will travel far

With a purpose.

My past informs this moment

My past is what brought me here.

I will honor that as I release it.

There must be an end to the roar.

Life must move forward.