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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