INDEPENDANCE (a poem)
I’ve forgotten who I was,
And at this point in time I’m not sure it matters
if I once jumped out of a car on a red light because the guy behind me had been tailgating me.
Or that I used to laugh in inappropriate places,
And that I always jumped out of bed as soon as I awoke,
happily counting on the wishes, waiting impatiently on my nightstand,
to be fulfilled. None of these things matter now
Because when I wake up in the morning
I choose to be who I am
And it is