Courage, Family, Home, Journeys, Miracles, New Paths

Independent

You’re so independent,
she said to me,
only knowing me
for the past two years
as single and mother
and my own household.
She didn’t know me
five years ago,
when I was an appendage
and a caretaker both
entirely tied, mind and body
to an empty shell
with no dreams,
no time alone,
no capacity
too scared
to act on my own,
and yet, I thought then
that I was happy.
As I daily drowned
I still felt content
with the world I had built
and the lonely life
where I was isolated in my soul
but never alone
and never free.
Yet now, I’m independent
my defining characteristic
my prerequisite
to a truly happy life.
To not be dependent
on someone else
to be myself.

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