Shell of Myself
Echos of my dreams resound in my head.
Grasping at a tread to prove they aren't all dead.
Who was it that I saw when I looked with fresh young eyes?
Who did I want to grow to be years before a life of lies?
What was it that made my heart quicken?
What was it that made my bonds thicken?
What passions were lost in the currents of life
As I struggled to stay afloat all the years of strife?
A mom? A wife? An employee to most
Who was I before the Stepford wife and host?
I search for myself as I approach the dusk
But my reflection reveals a shriveled up husk.
Raj Ferds
Mon 12th Jun 2017 06:30
I like this Shonda. There seems to be a note of fatality, a kind of defeatist tone at the end. Perhaps a gem going unappreciated and undiscovered?
The title is spot on.
How about an upbeat one next where you have sprouted into something fresh?
Thanks for sharing.
Raj