Someone
Sometimes her mind goes wandering and takes her back in time
To when dreams were possibilities and the future, undefined
When time stretched out in front of her like endless golden threads
Reaching to eternity, too young to understand,
That time is such a luxury it’s wasted in young hands
Her family roots are humble, not those of dreamers or explorers,
But the babies of poor immigrants, blue collar workers all of them
Who taught their children modesty in the things they could expect
And lived their short lives stoically, hiding their regrets
Beneath layers of obligations
And duties of respect
So she wrapped her dreams in secrecy and hid them on a shelf,
Deferring all of her desires to the needs of someone else
Until those dreams were nothing more than stifled sacrifice
To the endless demands of family and of being a good wife,
Now she sits here rocking quietly and dreams of another life.
If they’d given her permission to take her dreams and run
To walk the sands of distant shores or fly into the sun
To explore new possibilities
To stretch herself, to reach
Who knows what things she might have seen,
What things she might have done
She’s sure that at the very least,
She would have been
Someone.
- Posted in: Poems ♦ Women's Issues
- Tagged: Career, Lifestyle, Poetry, womens' issues
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