"Dissociative"

                 Gaylord, 12/10/09

The snow grips to the tree limb,

As the wind tries to blow it off.

The hawk soars high above,

As the wind tries to change its course.

The salmon swims against the current,

As the river pushes back.

The child wants to touch and feel,

As the parent keeps yelling, "No!"

Man wants to feel and understand,

As society reminds him of relentless limits.

When the push is so hard,

All you feel is pain, who wins?

Later, you survive without feeling,

As a dissociative person is what society really wants.