I was a little girl, dreaming about love.
I was a little girl playing house and babies.
I was a teenager, writing poem after poem.
I was a teenager, spending every waking moment dreaming about a boy; the boy who wasn’t interested, then the boy who wasn’t good, then the boy who wasn’t right…
I was a young woman, fighting against constraints.
I was an adult, being treated like a child.
I was being pulled in so many directions, that most days, I thought I was going to be split in half.
I dreamed of being a woman – being in charge, being free…
I am a wife… married to the perfect man for me.
I am a daughter… a good one, I hope.
I am a sister… a big sister, who doesn’t know what to say sometimes.
I am an aunt… with adorable nieces to spoil.
I am a friend… I fear, not a good one.
I am… pulled in so many directions.
I am a woman… not in charge…not free.
I will be…