Walking away
Allowing me time
To feel more okay
Focusing on real life
Ignoring the rest
My present needs me
Even if at times I detest.
Everything hurts
But I have to keep going
To keep thinking forward
About the seeds that need sowing
Working on me
For mostly myself
So I can dust off
The dreams on my shelf
These dreams are real
And I've put them aside
Whilst I've been on
This turbulent ride.
But soon it is time
To feel most alive
And do all the things
That I can to thrive
All the things that
Are meant to be
And all the things
Completely for me.
For so long now
I've chosen others
Put them before me
Then became a mother
I put myself last
Every single day
Until, it seems
I had lost the way.
Every part of me was gone
I'd forgotten me
Who even was I now
Except for "mummy".
Taking care of others
Became second nature
I no longer cared for
Me, I'm a stranger
What do I want
What do I like
What makes me happy
What brings the light.
