Thursday, June 7, 2012

Once

Once I was free
But I longed to be bound
By children
By a husband
By a "job that matters"

And my wish came true,
I have the children
I have the husband
I have a "job that matters"

Beyond that,
I have family and community
I have personal satisfaction
I have security
I have respect

But I'm still longing
And something is missing
How can you go looking
when you don't know what
   you're looking for?

5 comments:

  1. How did you get into my head, Sarah?

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    1. Your head is where my bad poetry resides? Who knew? ;-) Actually, I had the start of this just pop into my head this morning and the finish came right along once I started. I decided if I couldn't think in full sentences, to just write down the bits and pieces.

      Here is my revelation, and probably the (partial) answer to the riddle: the "it" I'm longing for is within me and it's time to hop on the road to finding it. I'm working on a post for this weekend (I almost never write posts for later publishing but this time there is a date significance) and I think these thoughts are a result of that post.

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  2. I have had that feeling before - many years ago. Something was just missing. I knew it. But I didn't know what it was. Finally found it, and I felt so much more with purpose after that. Can't wait to read your post this weekend :)

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  3. Let me know if you find out!

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  4. Good luck with your search. I can relate to that feeling, though I have never tried to articulate it. Beautifully done!

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