Monday, December 10, 2012

Independent.

My independence grounds me

 - most of the time. 
It is the base from which I operate,
from which I endure the fleeting qualities of - 
 - well, everything. 
It pushes me forward
It lay below me when I fall. 

But sometimes, 

My independence leaves me

It leaves me cold and alone and silent.
Alone to face the darkness.
And I'm here feeling my way through -
While the ghost of independence just lurks.