Stubborn

I am as choiceless
As a balloon
Filled with nothing but
Breath
From empty promises.

I cannot rise
And am doomed to fall, and yet
I still fight against the current
And what it holds to
Me.

I hold no power and yet
I hold it all,
For I choose to deflate
And fall short of where life
May choose to take me.
In some
Twisted way,
I am my own ruler–
My own demise.

Stubborn

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