Possession Poem by Jean Renwick

You think you know who I am,
just taking any knowledge you desire.
Perhaps I would be willing to share
if you would allow me to give.
I need to make my own choices.

You try to make me be what you want.
Of course, I put up my defences.
Perhaps I would be if you stepped back,
gave me space to find myself,
to develop my own identity.

You wonder at the way I think
and I feel that you don’t approve.
All the questions, and the prying.
No, I’m not like her in many ways.
Allow me the faith in what I believe.

We can be part of one another
if we lose the expectations;
if we accept the giving;
if our love is a state of being,
without possession.