I had a teacher who led
and guided me back into myself.
A forgotten place...dusty and dark
Lost among the rooms of obligation
That come with loving others more
Than I dared to love myself.
Smiling through my days, grateful heart
Wonderful husband, beautiful kids, loyal dog.
Pouring all I could on them
For that's what good women do.
Thanked with kisses, kindness, and love.
Never questioning why I felt unwell
The sadness lurking behind my mask.
She taught me to love them freely
Joyously, passionately, with that grateful heart.
Yet, look inward, find the girl
I was once ~ all those dreams.
Turning my compassionate heart inward too
Filling my soul with the belief
I'm enough...just as I am.
~inspired by Six Word Fridays: Making Things Up~ Word for the week was "well".