Preservation

If there is no venerator for myself

Then I shall be my own riveting riveter

To reorient

To that which I resonate with

As continuing down the same pathway perverts

Individuation, Remediation, causing a reversion

Which continues to make me a servant

That lacks the nerve to catalyze changes

As I've eaten my fill continuing to repeat

The same tropes,

Failing to repent

Forcing myself to starve

By losing focus on the main operative

Remaining in an environment that will perpetually restrain

Me, as my strong ingenuity has been overspent

Resisting this restrictive serpent

Yet, it I were to relax, easing away, to reinvest

My energy to renovate who I wish to become and what I wish to do

The satire isn't lost on me, transforming into humility, as I revise

Escaping like a sprinter, as mental votaries

Elect that the best of myself, for myself, needs its sacred reservation

Thavien's Token: This poem has been constructed for Heather Hubler's "'Unscramble' Challenge"