own

We don’t own our minds
and we don’t own our feet
We don’t own our waking time
and we don’t own our sleep

We belong to ourselves but
in such a fragile way…
We are owned by our parents
and the places where we stay
and the mindset around us
and the weather and the general mood
We’re owned by our own childhood

We are owned by our memories
and the things we forgot
We are owned by what we are
as much as by all we are not

Breaking from the endless chains
— will it cease
or increase the pain?

(Carolina Smnt)

 

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