Who am I ? a wife , a lover or a shoulder to cry
I seem to be lost in finding my self
This phase is difficult , where the struggle is for identity
That place which I know belongs to me still I cant claim for it
My feet are chained,immersed in responsibilities.
There is no door to break through and find liberty
I feel suffocated ,helpless at times
But no door is opened ,no home is mine.
Darkness rules my world, no light to be seen.
Will I find myself someday , for which I am keen?
S