The hands outstretched in front
of me are strong and well developed
yet can be gentle and hardworking
earnest and able to hold on
tight and never let go

the legs and feet I stand upon
are healthy young and
functional and well
are able to go places
can retrace steps and find
the right path to walk on

the face I see every morning
when I wake up and peer
at the mirror above my bathroom
sink is young and emotional
sturdy yet uncertain
a landscape of feelings regret
experience and time

there are so many things I have
so that I may not have to
be so dependent on others
and all the complaints that make
up each second of the world
I won't be made known for
or acknowledged for
such pestering thoughts and
sorrow said aloud

Starting now as much as
I can I'll attempt to not
rely on people so much
to expect too much care
or emotion for anything and
instead just end up
disappointing myself when
having to acknowledge that
nobody cares as much as I
thought they would because
it's me

I will get somewhere in life
without holding onto
someone's hand and without
dreaming of walking along
someone else's pathways or
looking for someone to
satisfy my every demand
because I know there are
no such people for me.