The Adamantine Gene

It begins

When you cling to a toy,

Never letting go,

As a tot,

When you dint age enough to articulate,

And whine about anything that’s not your way,

When you hang your hand tightly at your mom’s,

Pulling her back to a mall,

When you coil up at the doorway,

Not entering the house after a rebuke,

When you gallivant around with friends,

And reach home late, ignoring the inquiring dad,

When you talk back at him,

And notify that you are an adult…

All along the gene grew with you,

For you,

By you..

And then when you finally mature,

Ready for a less obdurate you,

The gene does not comply,

Turns autonomous

The adamance steals within,

And now there is another you..

When you stop clinging to something,

Letting go,

There is one that does nt,

When you cease the scream,

There is one still within,

When you restrain your emotions,

There is one that pushes it on,

When you feign an unruffled state,

There is one that coils inside,

And when you forget all that you want to,

There is one that allies with memories..

It will be there, all along,

Sovereign by itself yes,

Yet,

By you,

For you..