I had my dreams
You trying to help me
Took them from me
Forcing your perception of me
To become my identity
The harder I tried to forge my own path
The more you clung
The more you maneuvered
The more I cried over my lost true identity
And my fight to restructure my dreams
And forge a new identity
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Relate to this poem so much.
This is very relatable. I felt the movie Runaway Bride. I did not know what kind of eggs like . I used to just eat whatever that person’s favorite meal. I like scrambled eggs . Take baby step to find yourself .
Oof! Sad, but powerful. Well done, Antoinette!
Very deep! Loved the empowering ending!