Standing on my own—
on these two legs,
I finally feel sufficient.
I know how hard it was
to get the attention of others
while asking for help.
The people I knew
gave me shadows inside a home.
Whatever I did,
I had to move through their control.
They dominated me,
showed me ways to survive.
But now—
on my own two legs,
I am complete.
I know the path I chose
is filled with crises and suffering.
Still, suffering feels
like the essence of a flower.
At least I chose
something extraordinary.
I represent myself now.
My two legs are enough
to carry me forward.
The more I need,
the more I go through it alone.
I do not need
to answer everyone’s questions,
nor ask for permission anymore.
My legs help me
not only in work,
but through the weight
of worldly things.
I move things
from here to there
with my own freedom.
Now I walk
through my own shadows.
They do not copy anyone—
neither do I.
I no longer follow
every instruction thrown at me.
I do what remains within my reach,
within my boundary.
My legs never stop.
They never weaken.
Because they have worked,
they are workable
in this world.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
Standing on my own—
on these two legs,
I finally feel sufficient.
I know how hard it was
to get the attention of others
while asking for help.
The people I knew
gave me shadows inside a home.
Whatever I did,
I had to move through their control.
They dominated me,
showed me ways to survive.
But now—
on my own two legs,
I am complete.
I know the path I chose
is filled with crises and suffering.
Still, suffering feels
like the essence of a flower.
At least I chose
something extraordinary.
I represent myself now.
My two legs are enough
to carry me forward.
The more I need,
the more I go through it alone.
I do not need
to answer everyone’s questions,
nor ask for permission anymore.
My legs help me
not only in work,
but through the weight
of worldly things.
I move things
from here to there
with my own freedom.
Now I walk
through my own shadows.
They do not copy anyone—
neither do I.
I no longer follow
every instruction thrown at me.
I do what remains within my reach,
within my boundary.
My legs never stop.
They never weaken.
Because they have worked,
they are workable
in this world.
A raw free-verse poem about self-reliance, freedom, and learning to stand through suffering without depending on others.
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