Hats
The many hats that we adorn
To compete in this human race
Mother, daughter, wife, and so on
That holds us in our place.
Carefully we curate our life
To give it some sort of meaning
We are this, or that, or whatever
With pride we hold that reason.
Of what our purpose is in life,
It seems others hold the key.
And when it’s stripped away from us
We just don’t know how to be.
Without another title,
Or a duty to another
We crave the times that we were,
A teacher, wife, or mother.
In searching for our own connection,
We mourn who we once were.
How to carve a new existence,
When we don’t know who we are?
But, we are all just passing through,
Individual and unique.
A new day dawns to reflect upon
The person we used to be.
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Reminds me of some of my favorite lyrics:
Shine on, you crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph
And sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion,
And shine.
Thank you for sharing @Ann Lyons Very poignant.