"Me"
Two years ago I almost died .. the fault was mine because I tried
I struggled for three months or so and then a Dr. Molineaux
I tried my old life on for style. It fit for just a little while.
I stood there naked and alone, felt the pain, tried not to moan.
I turned and came back to the nest. My longing search would take a rest.
Our daughters, whom I'd tried to shove away from me, would need my love.
The story's end I still can't see but at least I will be Me.
Copyright © Jacqueline Allen ~ 1973
Dedicated to all those who learned to duck when life was throwing punches.
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To go to sleep .. to hurt no more. All those I loved had shut the door.
The pain eased up, I fell asleep ... a sleep that nearly was too deep.
They brought me back into this life. I was someone's mother, someone's wife.
Took the pieces part by part and showed me what was in my heart.
I tried so hard to understand .. the doctor led me by the hand
Back through years of things done wrong .. I saw my way before too long.
Before too long, it fit too tight. I packed my bags and left in flight.
Who am I? Questions! Where is "me?" The answers had to set me free.
Did I have courage? And enough to stand up, fight, and face rebuff?
And then a light from up above showed me I could still feel love.
I loved and laughed and built up strength. My loves were deep but short in length.
Then, as my path became more clear, I knew the answers must be near.
Now my task became another. I was someone's wife and someone's mother.
The one I loved enough to marry had a burden he couldn't carry.
The doctors said he just may leave us. How soon would his death deeply grieve us?
Damn the search and damn the pain. I knew I had found Me again.
With courage I had never known and the strength I'd never shown,
I showed the world that I did care. At last, I'd taken on my share.
I'll not go back, nor run away. No matter what, I'm here to stay.
