BE PICKY WHO YOU LISTEN TO.

You can push back
Or forward,
Or more ways
Than these,

But you’ll never move with ease
Until you’ve fully
Released yourself
From the overwhelming
Sense
Of dread
That you’ve pulled
Along with you
For years;

Since your fears
Were named for you
By discord’s
Broadcasters

And the last scraps of
Your anchor
Were scraped
Of their allaying weight,
And
The great
Bits of your backbone
Snapped and cast
You adrift

Amidst the quicksand
Of hampering
Sounds from the mouths
Of fools.