These are naught, but mere reflections

Neither deep insights, nor profound expressions

Thoughts, emotions, actions, just strolling by

Intertwined hazily in their glorious imperfections.

 

Living a life, nestled in difference

Not conforming, defiant in independence

Overprotective, for a sibling differently-abled

Complicated, Abstract, and otherwise labeled.

 

Once fulfilled, with sustained accolades

Comfortable, stable, day after day

And then upheaval, forcing fidelity

With what I do Not want to be.

 

Leading to something new, a hesitant journey

Remembering who I was, is today not what I see

In small experiences, discovering what can be

Slowly but surely, I can be me.

 

I’m discovering my old self, in my children’s stories

Reinventing, reframing, to take on their uncertainties

To hold up their dreams, to have them be

Themselves, as they are, perfect to me.

 

And to walk the path, that is meant for me

To make me whole, fulfill my destiny

I am not defined, by my labels

my identity is I, authenticity.

These are naught, but mere reflections

Neither deep insights, nor profound expressions

Thoughts, emotions, actions, just strolling by

Intertwined hazily in their glorious imperfections.