I swear to myself.

I swear to myself,
I pray to myself
for the strength to survive
mixed up in the make believe
that the ones
up in smoke
or buried in a plot
chosen for us.
All their betrayal
trickling through the generations
and I pray to myself
for the strength
to think as myself
to close my ears
to the ghosts
as I grab the sage
and I cleanse this house
for the deceased
will no longer guide me in my choices.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina