The ledger is empty, the tally is clear,
There is no weight of debt for me to bear.
No phantom hand reaches to pull on my sleeve,
Expecting a promise I didn't conceive.
I walk through the silence of unwritten ties,
Beneath the vast span of the indifferent skies.
No favors are owed, and no balance is due,
The slate has been wiped of the old and the new.
It is what it is—the stone and the stream,
The waking reality freed from the dream.
No anchors of duty, no tether of cost,
Nothing is gained, and nothing is lost.
Just the breath in my lungs and the ground at my feet,
Where the lack of a claim and my spirit can meet.
Loose in the marrow, and light in the limb,
I owe not a soul, and hold not a whim.
It is what it is—the curve of the line,
No part of the world says that I must be thine.
Simply existing, unburdened, and free,
With no debt to pay, and no master but me.
-
Author:
Friendship (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2026 06:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Tristan Robert Lange, Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏
Offline)
Comments7
My friend, this carries a calm that doesn’t need to argue for itself…just a steady sense of release and being. It feels grounded, clear, and unburdened in a way that sticks with you. Strong, centered work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
Ah… freedom
Thank you
Good stuff, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you
Welcome
Good write F.
Thank you
This is so chilled it makes this reader feel calm just taking it all in .. nice n slowly .. sigh .... 😎🌻👍
Excellent, I love it!!
Free from every thing Materialistic.
No distractions. Fine Poem.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.