On Codependence

A poem about breaking... the cycle, with tradition, or maybe just things

Go on now

Take your shot.

It’s what

We’ve grown accustomed to.

Use your snark,

Your sharp darts.

Try to hit your mark

As you play a role

In the charade we’ve clung to

for years.

But be warned

I journeyed inward,

Ventured

Into the looking glass

And decided

To step off the dance floor

Leap out of the ring

To leave you dancing on your own

Or boxing

With your shadow.

Have fun. I’m done.