a name i was born into,

a sure defiance of free-will,

sometimes a warm blanket,,

sometimes a depressing cloud.

and i run,

to make my own existence,

till the need for warmth –

it brings me back.

the endless cycle of dependency,

beautiful yet tough,

the constant struggle for individuality,

a chase for the ghost

of an independent mind.

charting my own course,

with clear imprinted blueprints,

that you drew with your shadow,

a necessity, an obstacle,

that I fight and cling to

all at once.