They will grab you by the hand and drag you down your alleyway of imperfections and show you the walls lined with your failures. They will claw their hands deep inside the pit of your stomach and search out your insecurities and place them behind your eyelids where even in sleep there will be no escape from your deepest fear of scarcity. They will barrage your mind with taunted whispers of all you should be; with ridicules of all you are not. They will wear down the resistance of your heart with arrows of rejection and dismissal and ostracism and abandonment for every moment you attempt to stand firm upon the truth of your own heart.
This is how they crush your bones so you fit inside their box where they will always be able to shape you into who they want you to be.
This is how they throw a blanket on your fire until your flames are no more and you become only the ashes and dust of who you were created to be.
This is how they wrap their cords around your throat until your skin is raw and the power of your voice is silenced by the fear of speaking out loud.
This is how they keep you small. This is how they keep you quiet.
This is how they keep you from being more than they will ever be.
And when they have almost succeeded, and you have forgotten the sound of your own name, let me remind you, my love.