Poem ~ I Am Not an Independent Person

 I am not an independent person

I am strong and committed to my vision

But I am not an independent person.

I am unique and unrepeatable

My thoughts are my own

As your thoughts are your own

But I am not an independent person.

Sometimes I turn right

When you turn left

But that doesn't make me an independent person

It means that between us

We covered at least two directions

Hopefully other people went forwards

And backwards

Zigged and zagged

And everything in between!

I died a little

when you left

And I wasn't fully alive

Until I met you

And I'm still looking for 

You, and you, and you

To make my world an

Ever expanding one

Because I am not an independent person.

I didn't know who I was 

Until I stepped into our shared space

And I saw the ripple effect 

My impact

Came as a surprise

But without you,

It never would have happened

Because I am not an independent person.

All of you and everyone I will ever meet

Will call me by a different name

Sister

Daughter

Cousin

Niece

Student

Friend

Lover

Acquaintance

But apart from you, those names are meaningless

And I'm not sure of my identity

Because I am not an independent person.

Ideas are written down on paper

Or typed up on websites

Which is nice

But anyone can write anything.

What's true is what lives and breathes

Walks, speaks, acts

The person right in front of me

The heartbeat, flesh, and blood

I can choose to welcome or ignore

The one who really did it

I can not refute you

You, the incontrovertible proof

Of every idea that you live.

Connection 

How the ideas bounce

Back and forth

And your joy overflows

Becoming mine,

And mine yours,

That flow is life.

The saddest thing

Was the party I went to

When no one was there

Because I am not an independent person

And the surgery

I could not perform on myself

Because I am not an independent person

The poem I wrote

That no one read

Because I am not an independent person

All the love I had to give

And no one to receive it

Because I am not an independent person

There is a horror

It is an empty space

Where we are not found

And to think that I pushed you away

To get to where I was going

To where?

The idiocy of it all.

Because I am not an independent person.