The Stories we tell ourselves
We will imagine a better life,
butter it up with color and shape.
We will live a good life,
devoid of restrictions and pain.
We will have an opinion, the freedom to
feel and to sense.
We will experience life under our own means,
the deceits, the pain, the sorrow born from our
own volition.
We will have a God to watch over us, to save us
from pain. From all that is unjust.
The stories we tell ourselves, so we don’t feel so helpless,
so alone. So broken.
The stories we tell ourselves, when choice is not yours
but your slave masters.
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