|" Finding Me"
I found a quite place that I can go to lose myself and let the world slip away.
It's no place new, it's always been here, but it called to me one day.
So I answered it's call and I've found the solitued I needed to find.
Beneath a small tree, at a picnic table, next to a small pond, the ducks don't mind.
Sharing the breeze, that I so need to feel against my skin.
As I sit here and wonder, is this the beginning, or is it an end?
Of who I've become, or who I should of been, or who I was destined to be?
I'm at a point in my life, where I'm desperately searching to find me.
I lost myself, somewhere along the path that I chose to live.
I've been a wife, a mother, a lover, a friend, and I've given them everything I had to give.
Now I sit here and wonder on a cloudy day, is there any part of me still there?
Hiding beneath the surface of the person I've had to be, am I still there, buried somewhere?
Deep within that part of me that I laid to rest so long ago?
To become the person that I had to be, for the ones that needed me so?
Can I find that part of me again, or has it been too long?
I know it's buried deep within, my life just feels so wrong.
Am I destined to live out my days, traped in someone I can't be?
Wondering why I ever let the life go out of me.
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