unequivocal

she’s thrown back,
hostage-
carrying the burden of an emotion
that impregnated her soul.

ignoring her instincts,
she runs from absolute joy for
fear of certain pain,
all the while looking for someone
deeper than Sophocles
stronger than Hercules
and taller than the Lord himself.

it’s a shame she didn’t-
no, couldn’t-
know she’s just not that different
than anyone else,
and the truth that was hiding in plain sight:

we cry to the ones we can have
about the ones we can’t,
until we finally have the one we want.