Now that I am living alone,
Independent, strong
I could do anything that makes sense
Or even the things that are shallow,
The things that give me a feeling of fulfillment;
Like dancing with myself in harmony with my own
Sometimes, talking up loud with the steady, quiet doors and walls.
Now that I am alone at night,
Under the roof of my imagination
I could do anything,
With only my thoughts
Next to the glowing light of my alarm clock.
Now that I am alone,
My heart is filled
With the admission of guilt and mistakes
That carried me through light and dark In more ways than one.