He was Almost my Demise

We must trudge through the river.

We crossover as we lift and carry our supplies over the waist -high water.

Something could be hiding in the water

and attack us.

Nothing is rousing inside my mind,

because I can only concentrate on carrying my listless legs one after the other.

Makeshift homes I fabricated.

I was in a bind from conditional markers I didn’t meet.

When the attack is coming is unknown to me;

Just like what grovels beneath the water.

My protection is my own

and my only source.

I am not convenient, and he despised that intently.

I inherited his stubbornness, for that I am pleased.

With him, I was enlivened, and I didn’t even know it.

Until

he abandoned me.

In preparation to come into my own

I diagram my life and highlight his mistakes.

So I can remember what to avoid.