The only advice I have to offer

If you can't stop the weather,
grow gills and breathe the rain
If you can't climb the mountain
stay low and learn to love the plains

If your heart is keeping locked up
the secrets you wish you knew
then shrink up small, darkly made,
and become a secret, too

Nothing else is out there.
This is all you get
So grow gills and plains and hidden parts,
and make the most of it

no one wins

Cold water slips and pools
into small drops of jewels
on my skin
and I see bright renewals:
a thousand broken rules
where they've been.

Here Truth, not taught in schools,
and Fate, however cruel,
make me grin.
Small rivalries and duels
are left to lesser fools.
No one wins.