As I grow older, the year yet changes

I feel my surroundings peaceful and calm

broke away chains I felt I could never

Obligation, dependency beckoning me on

Forces other than mine,

wills other than good,

overshadowed the quest

I would try to complete

Sometimes other people make decisions for you,

cycles attempted at breaking end up on repeat

I am not the driver in anyone’s seat.

Emily C. Poésie © December 31, 2016