Choke

The thick smoke of control
chokes life
It suffocates or smothers
And kills good things

Perhaps there is nothing
with enough robustness to
counteract its vicious hold

Its lust for power

Love can try, for it is always flowing
Making things better

Perhaps it can

Maybe control is as dark as dark gets
And love’s light can be darkened by it

I don’t want to believe it
But I also want to live in reality

For now, because I don’t yet understand
why control is so addictive and consuming
and why so many must have it blanket their lives
their actions

I will take refuge in love
instead of taking respite in my questioning
of why control is attractive to so many

Love is my answer

Love is what I’ll choke on

The giving of, the acceptance of