Hang In There

I've been strangulated
within your heredity
for years, and this lariat
tightens around my collar
more and more every day.

Dangling from my family tree
causes toes to converse
with the great grandmother's
of ghosts-

and they all tell me to scamper
beyond the hill from where they
lay, but if I dissect the ties that bind me
I'll forget memories that I wish
to keep till death do us part;

so for now I'll just "hang" in there.