There’s a hollowness in my reflection,
A shadow behind the mother, the wife.
I’ve given every piece of me,
And forgot how to live my own life.

They call me strong, selfless, devoted,
The center of this home I’ve built.
But sometimes, I’m just a flickering flame,
Struggling against the weight of guilt.

I search for echoes of the girl I was,
The spark that once burned bright.
Yet in the quiet, in the stillness,
She lingers just out of sight.

I crave a whisper, a stirring wind,
A reminder that I am still whole.
Not just a title, not just a role,
But a woman with her own soul.

Now I search for what I’ve lost within,
A way to rekindle my dimming flame.
Though the years have reshaped my world,
The longing for more remains the same.

I am more than the roles I’ve learned to play—
The mother, the wife, the silent core.
I am a woman with dreams untold,
Still craving, seeking, and longing for more.