I used to be someone carefree;
I used to be me.
I look in the mirror and trace
The reflection that stares me back in the face.
So many would agree;
I used to be me.
When I was a little girl
Mommy told me I was a precious “pearl”
I would constantly smile with glee;
I used to be me.
Then one day I was thrilled,
Never felt so fulfilled.
With love greater than the sea,
He got down on one knee.
I guarantee;
I used to be me.
Beaming in pride,
I was a beautiful bride.
..But then I was denied
And he constantly lied
I tried and I tried
And I frequently cried
But this only made him cease to provide.
Sooner than later, the love did subside.
Now alone I reside
I feel empty inside.
And I only pray: God, give me the key;
To be me.
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4 comments:
That is so, so hard. It's an awful feeling to feel like you're a different person than you used to be, and wishing you could find that other self again but not knowing where to start.
I hope Hashem sends you the help you're asking for. You deserve it.
Thank you so much for the bracha - it means so much to me.
I wish the same for you.
This poem made me so sad :( I hope you find yourself and the happiness you so deserve soon enough. May you always feel Hashems love for you, through thick and thin.
AMEN! Thanks!!!
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