In Transformation



Transformation...
The word twists about my mouth leaving behind a familiar taste as I repeat it in my thoughts.

Transformation...

Soft red ringlets, vibrant blue eyes
owned the world; grasping it to her chest
No patience, endless time
was what she possessed.

Priorities...
What the hell is that?

A dreamer, a lover
A fighter for life
Young and free
use to be me.

Well...
Time has changed that.

Life stepped in to
tame my soul
Trials, Tribulations
Three little hearts
came to me.

Now...
I require a different goal;
surviving the motherhood sea.

Unhappy I am not,
but life could be more sweet
I must retain the qualities
of who I use to be
Combined with lessons learned;
I struggle to find myself;
to find my lost identity.

I am transforming


Dana









This post was written for BloggyMoms Writer's Workshop.


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2 comments:

  1. Wow!! What beautiful prose on motherhood!! You are dead on too. We are constantly transforming, needing to remember who we are even as we change. I love it!

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