What I miss
What I miss
What I miss, I miss me,
It is not like I am not happy,
I am happy as a wife.
But I miss being myself, I miss being me.
I miss the boldness I was once,
I miss the zest I once had.
I miss the life of freedom I once lived.
I miss being the boss of my life.
I miss being that vivacious lassie.
I miss the life where I asked no permission.
I miss the life where I make my own decisions.
It's just that I miss being me, I miss myself.
Copyright © Judith Ao | Year Posted 2025
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