Is this really you?

A poem of self-reflection

I didn’t make time for me,
And I wasn’t really me.
The wheels were stopped –
My sanity dropped –
And I just could not be free.

There is a weighted guilt
Around my heart I’ve built,
Convincing me to stay –
Though I want to run away –
My vision, blurry, on a tilt.

But a calmer peace of mind
Comes to me, I find
When I step back –
And take some slack –
For being, to myself, kind.

There is something to be said
For listening to your head,
Though you may doubt –
And want to shout –
That you know better in the end.

Take a minute, or two
And reflect on all you do.
Is this really what you want?
Or will this just haunt
You. Is this really you?

This poem also appears on Medium

One Comment

  1. Debi & Don Durbin says:

    Bethany, I LOVE your poem!!  It gives all of us something to think about. THANK YOU for being so open and the rest of us to reflect 🙂 HUGS!! Debi

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