When this notion of what should be came to live here, I don't know. Perhaps that doesn't matter. It's here, pushing its roots to reach farther every day. It will sap the life from my soil and conquer my space, the growth insidious. All you'll see at face value(more) is a few green leaves stretching for the sun.
And those leaves, they look innocent enough. They're just tiny mirrors. See this one, reflecting so many film finales where the woman is a prize for the hero who drives the story. "Love is all you need!" it tells me, brimming with joy.
In the next one, higher still, see growing up with a mother who tucked away her interests and her favorite habits one by one until her identity as someone became subsumed under her identity as someone's wife. To love, honor, cherish, obey, and resent. "Every sacrifice is worth it for love," that leaf whispers over and over, like a prayer.
They hope I'll mistake their voices for my own. Sometimes I do, giving the whole growth cause to expand. "Give me more," it tells me, when I'm paying attention and (especially) when I'm not. "Give me more."
Years past, I was too turned around to realize those ideas weren't mine. Now, things are different--I say "no." (less)