Finding Me

I’ve been independent and strong 
For most of my life
All that had changed
When I became your wife

You helped me discover 
That I can be more
I’ll always be grateful 
You opened that door

After you passed
My world fell apart
I had shut myself down 
To protect my heart 

I keep moving forward 
But I’m just a hollow shell
I need to find myself again 
And break the sadness spell

So, who am I now
I’m different from before 
I’ve always been independent 
But now I need something more

Going back to who I was
Just seems like such a waste
I’ve experienced a life much greater 
I need more than just a taste

I’m putting myself out there
Trying lots of new things
To discover who I am now
So I can spread my wings
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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November 14, 2018 at 10:44 PM
Lorna, if this piece is autobiographical then I am really proud of you. Moving beyond what was is significant and risky.. I salute you. It doesn’t mean that you don’t love and honor your past.. it just means the page has turned. The new You is exciting. Be daring. Truly taste life. Everything won’t work out, that’s just Life. But if you keep exploring then adventure will come your way. I believe in you and I’m happy for all your possibilities!
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November 16, 2018 at 8:43 PM
And, of course, the last step I took led to heartbreak. :’(
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November 15, 2018 at 11:29 AM
Thank you for your kind words. This is autobiographical. Moving forward has been difficult and scary, but I keep putting one foot in front of the other, even though I don’t know if the next step will guide me toward happiness or heartbreak.
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