I'M So Independent
You’re reading this as I write.
Straight out of
True Confessions.
It wasn’t long after you left
That I began to live for myself.
You say you knew that?
Oh, OK. I guess you could tell,
Being out there,
With true eyes and ears…
That clear, meatless perception
Oh, you say you always knew that.
OK.
Still...
After you left,
I was independent of worry
When you coughed,
When you slept late and
I dreaded opening the door.
When you smoked and I was trapped
In my failure to make you healthy.
Yes, I know you understand.
But didn’t you always complain
I was just too darned independent?
Of you, I think you meant.
Being lost can look like independence –
The wandering off to visit
Chaos in one’s mind,
That treasure chest of no understandings.
Yes, I should have come to you,
My uncrowned guru.
I did, you know I did…often.
But when you were sick,
I had to be independent...
Of my sorrow.
Am I still independent, you ask?
Not when I see couples –
Young and old, while I’m
Only half what I was,
So dependent still…on you.
When they frown and ignore each other,
I want to scream at them:
“Say what you must!”
So here I sit, saying what I must.
Can you hear me?
Are you too independent?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
