Many times when one thinks about independence, immediately the cliché metaphor of sprouting wings and flying comes to mind, like a baby bird being able to fly away from its mother's nest, or a child learning to ride a bike on their own. Really though, it is more than that, it's a point of secession. Breaking free from what ever the roots may be, being able to think for ones self, making a choice not by what they were taught or experienced but by gut and common sense. Maybe a better metaphor would be siamese twins who were attached all their lives, and finally got surgery to separate and live independently, or maybe a baby being born. But it's possibly even more than that. Not only would the baby have to be born, but it would have to carve its own way out of the mother's womb and detach its own umbilical chord all by free will. No doctor, no parent, no one else but one's self can bring independence. That is why some people will never become autonomous. They're stuck with the ideals of whoever raised them, they can't think logically, they can't think for themselves. Dare I say they're still "plugged into the Matrix". There is some degree of independence in everyone, but it is much more significant for some than others. Ultimately, it was the mother bird which pushed it's baby out of the nest, and it was the parent who gave the child the push to get started on that bike ride.
Author notes
This is actually not poetry but prose. (Not sure if I'm supposed to post it here, but what ever...) The prompt was just my thoughts on the topic of independence.
