Self-Reliance

Inhabiting the intersection of convenience and selflessness,
I serve conditionally
as if circumstance is under my will,
to whom be the glory?

Discarding the yoke,
I walk alone,
1000 steps in the right direction
yet no nearer to you.

And I hold my breath in defiance,
life, freely given, is held hostage.
I take without consideration,
and lament the losses suffered.