Finding Me

Talking to a friend this morning inspired me to write 'Finding Me'

Being a mum is a hard job, the children need us constantly and sometimes, along the way, we lose ourselves. We forget to save time for us, to do the things we love. After a while we forget what we loved and don't know how to get it back. We give in to being mother, we assign ourselves that label, and we forget who we really are.

I went through this just after LP went to nursery. I was lucky, at the time I was reading a book that inspired me to try to write something myself. Three years on I have written one novel (hidden away) and am trying to complete my second. I love writing, it is therapeutic and I get rather grumpy when I can't do it. I found me, I discovered a love that no one else influenced. When I sit in my room and there's a blank page in front of me, my mind is filled with ideas (most of the time).

If you feel like you've lost yourself and are 'mum' but nothing else I urge you to find you again.

Finding Me

The dark cloud hovers
Above my head
Threatening rain 
Go back to bed

The weight is heavy
It pushes me down
My mood blackens
Deepening my frown

Being mum is hard
A constant job
Children need me
I want to sob

I've lost who I am
Become just a shadow
What do I want?
I simply don't know.

Talks with friends 
Shaping a plan
Glimmers of hope
To find who I am

The sun peaks through
Those darkened clouds
A brighter smile
Losing the shrouds

A journey to find
My inner needs
All it takes
Is to plant the seeds

Prose for Thought