Who Else Am I?
In a world full of confusion
am I more than a mother and wife?
When I was just a little girl
What did I want to be in this life?
When the day is all done
The moon replaces the sun
And I lie awake only to feel
the pain tear at me like a knife.
There are so many facets of life
in this world of being a mother
I am their doctor, teacher,
their protector, maid and their
chauffer
But when the day is all done
There is a void inside aching
to be replaced by another.
Each day the children mature
leaving me more time to be a spouse
I am his lover, his best friend, his
supporter and caretaker of his house
But when the day is done
And the moon replaces the sun
All turmoil from inside flows
from my eyes quietly as a mouse.
From every direction
I am told to take time to be me
But where is the time or energy
to be all that I can be?
Except when the day is all done
And the moon replaces the sun
Tell me, will the little girl
inside ever have time to be free?
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