Introducing Myself To Me

 

I have worn love like a second skin,

a wife, a mother, where do I begin?

My hands have mended, they have held on tight,

brushed away tears in the still of night.

 

But beyond the roles, beneath the name,

who am I, outside the frame?

A silenced whisper, a dream set aside,

a heart still longing, though time drifts by.

 

If I knock on the door of my soul,

will I walk in, or peek through the hole?

What if I find a stranger there,

with tangled thoughts and a distant stare?

 

What if she dances when no one sees,

or hums an old song to the evening breeze?

What if she laughs too loud, then hides her face,

or clings to old dreams that time won’t erase?

 

And oh, what if I fall in love with me?

With every flaw, with every scar,

With laughter lines that hold my past,

and echoes of fears I have shed at last.

 

I might just smile a little more,

leave my heart unlocked, not bar the door.

Take my own hand, take a deep breath in

Hello, me. Where have you been?