Expectations

Expectations, almost feels illegal to pronounce.

Yet we all hold on to them.

Lock them up in old, dusty cupboards in our paradoxal minds.

But does "out of sight out of mind" magic apply, when it all exists inside?

We can hide our collected expectations next to our insecurities and fears and let them hold hands towards truth wrapped in suffering.

We can all pretend, right?

Look away while our lives slip away.

Or let consciousness beat us down until we learn our lesson.

The blinder, the harder, the better.

Beat me down until I have nothing but truth inside.

Kill all expectations!

Vanish them!

Or rather alchemize them, will you?

Transmute them into love and acceptance to ease my broken heart?