A common problem with wives, mothers and "givers" in general. Sometimes we lose ourselves and lose our way.
I have to start getting back to me
After so many years of trying to be
Everything to everyone else
Never really being true to myself
The bright shiny model of martyrdom
Is this all I was ever meant to become?
Sacrificing all for the needs of another
So I’d be considered a good wife and mother
My identity lost, stolen out of my hands
By other folk’s greedy and selfish demands
In the mirror of my soul I stand, a stranger
Wish I had understood the danger
Of being timid and accommodating
My plans and dreams all kept waiting
The fruits of my labor I should now be reaping
Not sitting alone in the darkness yet weeping
For the woman I’d always hoped to be
I need to be getting back to me
To leave this person whom I can’t recognize
The one staring back with the dimly lit eyes
Looking not at all as I would have conceived
Knowing, as I do, in what she believed
All the wonderful things to which she aspired
Most of which have not yet been acquired
Living life to the fullest, to laugh and to love
Reveling in all the abundance thereof
Sure of herself, realizing her worth
To regain self confidence requires rebirth
Shedding the old and putting on the new
Walking away from the things I’m used to
Those who hung ‘round my neck like a stone
All cast aside, too, striking out on my own
A hard-fought battle I’m sure this will be
But it’s the only way of getting back to me
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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