For You, Myself
Brimming with joy
on finding myself
the carefree bold
happy dear me.
was always lamenting
without reason
what was wrong
why not happy.
having everything
family comforts
amenities surrounded
but never satisfied.
thought it was other's fault
blamed always the dear God
for putting me in unhappiness
leaving to, suffer inside.
Never ever doubted
the problem was with me
was trying to be someone
wife ,mother..... ideal.
To be someone ,to be ideal
good to hear but not practical.
Be yourself ,your true self
then all is well,for you myself.
Entering to Jingle's Poetry Potluck
