Resistance

So long upon the path of most resistance,
No thought of you until we reached the day
We slipped into a habit of insistence;
An urgency that carried us away.

What is it that we humans do together
That makes us somehow less and somewhat more?
For sanity was there, and in good measure,
But disappeared the day we closed that door.

The things we didn’t mean were real desires,
A thousand that we never said at all:
So long upon the path of most resistance —
Until we jumped into
The waterfall

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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