retrospect –

like chapters of a book –

already read –

scattered throughout,

blank pages…

 

no words,

no pictures,

no thoughts collecting –

memories.

 

where is it –

i have been?

what did i do,

or say –

who touched my life?

 

i find the time –

before you came –

unnecessary –

incomplete –

seemingly – non-existent,

as air you neither see –

nor feel.

as sound,

when non one’s listening!

 

i no longer subscribe –

to your Dogma!

disengaged,

unencumbered.

(birds alone truly understand freedom).

 

and stepping –

now –

i am –

out of the darkness.

chains of disbelief cast aside,

to your (imposed) insecurity –

no longer captive!

(spiders understand control).

 

and just as futile 

as clinging to a web

in a hurricane,

your attempts to lure me back into your trap,

effortlessly carried away

by winds of –

(my)

unconcern!