Searching identity,
It doesn't seem enough.
Being Mom, wife and
So many other things....
Others Defining Me.
Deep dive, I realize
We are so crooked inside our mind.
Consciously denying.
The need for an identity.
Why can't it be enough to be.
love of all things surrounding,
Serenity of little deeds.
Life of a women
Passes through so many Identities.
When born she is a daughter to somebody.
Sister to siblings and that seems enough.
Marriage brings a different meaning.
With name changes her whole identity.
Now she is a wife of somebody.
Meaning so many different things.
Where is the women's identity?
She is definitely something
On her own not just something to somebody.
