Internally Independent

After a long while
I have have stumble upon an epiphany
Of the possibility I was meant to
Be alone like my grandmothers.
They loved hard, was true, loyal,
And gave everything they had
To those their loved
Including giving up their identity and self realizations
To uphold their families
To prove true commitment to their men.
They weren’t recognized, nor acknowledged
They weren’t appreciated until all their little birds left their nest.
Their men had been long gone before that point
And although neither of my Grandmother’s ever loved another man again
They allowed their love for their children to fulfill their lives.
This is the road my predecessors have paved for me.
This foreseeable future is the legacy I have to live up to
I will one day grasp the ideals and buried internal independence
And yank it out of me to become external and protruding
More than likely creating a distasteful trait men will not agree to.
This is where my true independence will breed
When I finally have control on my own life
And when my livelihood is no longer in the hands of another
Just like my grandmothers’
This lonely road I’ll inevitably endure may be the only prophecy for me.

 

©AyalaRain