Not Connected

I am changing.
I've been told that I say that often. I suppose that is true as well. I think everyone changes, all of the time. Sometimes, you just feel it more than others.
I haven't given up on the story. More to come.
A poem about Codependency:

An Age of Addiction

I close this chapter

on an age of addiction

that I wasn't aware of writing.

An affliction that I was 

unaware of hiding.

If I didn't make myself useful,

Than what use was I?

A need to be needed

left unchecked, unheeded.

By standing tall myself,

I let no one stand at all.

Afraid to let go of you.

But not for you, for me.

I knew you were going to fall.

I knew that you would be okay.

It was my own fear that I couldn't see,

A windowless hall.

We are all our own person

and that is all we need to be.