The Wellness Plan

You want me to live in your box

Your invitation is perpetual

and you think you won

In the black and white

I die

The death you embrace

The rigid walls cut my skin

You spend resources

to name my life as yours

Writing rules is your passion

You poke and prod

You question and assess

but you do it for you

while I fight to hold still

Powers and principalities

push me out of your realm

Push you into yours

The realness of fear

keeps us in opposition

It is not just flesh and blood

that makes us move

It’s life