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Losing me

I had, inside, a bit that was ‘me’,
That responded to certain calls like a bird in the wild,
Or sensed things on the wind and ran in that direction.

One day, however, I made a choice,
And I walked into a castle, pulling up the drawbridge,
And there – in those four walls – I raised my child
And ceased to exist.

Sometimes the wind blows and sometimes the birds call,
But I am brave and turn my head away,
Looking instead at where I should be.

Oct. 2001

Being a parent is a sacrifice – we shut ourselves away within four walls for a few years and cease to exist whilst our children are very young.

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By Alicia Marie Tue Feb 28th 2012 at 5:11 pm  

It’s so true.. And beauitfully written.

By admin Wed Feb 29th 2012 at 7:28 am  

I’m guessing you’re a parent … 🙂 It gets pretty raw for quite a few years …. even when they go to school unless you’re lucky enough to have a job or other activity that fits in with school hours, holidays and the need to go shopping and tidy up the mess from the day before when you were too knackered and past caring….

By damsel Wed Apr 6th 2011 at 4:32 am  

thats sad

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