They say that I should not be independent;
Like themselves they want me to crawl.
I am lectured by them that every act of mine is wrong,
When all I do is follow the inner voice I hear in me.
They come in various names and
Under the guise of some relationships;
But each one of them is what I call
Defeat-incarnate, and they try to enfeeble me.
Much have I cried while fighting them
And now the tears have all dried up;
The defeatists are still there, talking foul
But I have shut my ears to them,
As I hear now, only what I choose to hear:
Words of love and words of truth
Etched in this soul eternal.