What is a Lid

It is a tiny thing and often impossible to lift. Resting it gives us the time to gain the strength to move it, we say we will give it only seconds. Seconds may turn to entire nights, plans ruined, temperaments compromised. It is a tiny thing and can control us while we are none the wiser. But we let it, still, somewhere, knowing what we are getting ourselves into. Tricking ourselves into adding to its weight. Becoming the lid ourselves, unable to lift ourselves for fear of exhaustion. We are light, little things, doing ourselves in, moment by poorly-rested moment.