Woman – All Tied Up

Sometimes we feel dragged around

Feeling judged

. . . tied up

. . . tied down.

Hidden sorrows bitterly drowned.

The air is filled with constant chat

Always saying – “be this, not that.”

We start to feel like a worn doormat.

We need to learn to look inside

Behind facades we need not hide

Instead be who we are with pride.

For only then, shall we truly shine.

What is important – only we can define

No air-brushed dolls on an assembly line.

We may struggle

With the burdens we carry

But the lives we live

Can be extraordinary.

It’s all in how we choose to see

Is the glass half full – or is it half empty?


SJ, 2011


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