" 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. Please let me know what you think of my writings. I am looking for honest feedback. Thank You Tina |