Stuck in My Head
Why am I stuck?
I see me, where I want to be..
It's there, right at my fingertips.
so close,
just..can't...get...there.
I have support,
I have the love,
I don't have me.
Who am I?
I am a wife, mom, daughter, sister, and a friend.
Wait, aren't I a woman?
Are you sure?
I'm not.
I feel stuck in my head, my mind.
Sometimes it's hard for me to come out.
Everything else comes first.
Me? I'll get there.
Hopefully, I'll find me.
It's hard to find yourself...
over...
and over again.
One day, maybe I'll be unstuck.
One day.
3 comments:
This is a good post.
On Saturday I found my purse that I stuffed away over a year ago before my fourth child was born. I forgot I even had it. Sunday I took it out with me when I went shopping. I told my husband I felt like an imposter. WOMEN carry purses and I so dont feel like anything more than a machine lately.
That is my life in a nutshell.
oh boy, do i know how you feel. it happens to all of us- you hang in there and shovel your deep self back out from under all the other parts that make you, you. the poem was great, btw.
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