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Painfully Shed of Her Skin

With little left in the end

By Colleen Millsteed Published 8 months ago Updated 8 months ago 2 min read
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I’ve answered to many labels within my lifetime,

But sadly nothing lasts forever,

Devastating crippling loss as they slowly fall by the wayside,

As I traverse this life in my stalwart endeavour.

**

It all started with the label ‘baby girl’,

But then I grew up to become a teen,

Which soon revolved into adult,

The memorial day I turned eighteen.

**

I was once labelled someone’s daughter,

And it could be argued that I’m still to this day,

But I disagree as daughters are precious beings,

Not treated cruelly in any way.

**

I attempted to live up to the title of wife,

Not just once, but twice,

But I was disgracefully discarded,

And the loss of that identity was far from nice.

**

My favourite label, my most honoured title,

Was that of a full time mother,

This one I wore proudly, a mantle of sheer happiness,

One I’d happily live with for the rest of my days, not wanting any other.

**

But again the birds fly the nest,

And I do still hear the title Mum,

A title that never fails to cause my heart to swell with love,

Knowing I’ve still that one special someone.

**

But with the empty nest came a grappling pain,

Who am I now I’m no longer a wife, a loved daughter, a child, a young girl?

I guess I’m still an employee — for a few more years anyway,

And I’m starting to hear the label ‘senior’ as my years begin to unfurl.

**

Although a couple of labels still stick,

I can’t help but wonder if I’ve lost my purpose, my identity,

As I spend my days alone, unneeded, forgotten,

Not the once imagined peaceful serenity.

**

Who have I become?

What’s left of the mismatched individual I used to be?

Each title cast aside, a dead skin discarded,

Until I no longer know the identity of this new me!

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Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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Comments (4)

  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock8 months ago

    Whoever it be, may you be blessed to find you like her..., that you like her a lot.

  • This was so sad. Titles may come and go. Except this. An author. A published author. You'll always be one and no one can take that from you. You're also my friend and my kindred spirit. Sending you lots of love and hugs! ❤️

  • Real Poetic8 months ago

    I felt the pain in your words as you described how difficult it is to find an identity that sticks. Great entry.

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