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…
Me.
I love this! Simple, straightforward, easy to read, I like your style ;)
Thank you! :)
And no-one can ask for more than that :)
Great post x
:) Hopefully.
Thanks Carole.
Wow I really enjoyed that x
Thank you Carole!
I am… pulled in so many directions.
I’m right there with you! Great post :)
Thank you
I Love this one…so straight forward and expresses so much. Fab! x
Aww.. Thank you Mama Snyder.
What a brilliantly written poem. I wrote a lot of poetry as a teenager too, recently found one of my notebooks from when I was about 16 and by god it was a load of drivel! Interesting to see what I was thinking at that time though. Wanted to say thank you for the amazing comment you left for me, it means a lot x
Thank you Jules.
I recently stumbled across my notebooks too.. A lot of them are horrible.. But there are a few that I couldn’t believe my sixteen year-old self could come up with something so halfway decent.
Wonderfully simplistic in style and delivery. Poignant piece that spoke volumes without too many words!
Thank you Annie.. I really appreciate the kind words x
I love this, simple but effective. x
Thank you Susan.