I don’t seem to have any aim;
I am no longer part of the game,
I wonder, what will I ever achieve?
Will there ever be any reprieve?
The accolades have wilted,
The appreciation has withered,
My identity is lost and deprived,
Will I ever be again recognised?
Household work, neverending and more,
Cooking and cleaning is a chore.
I wonder, will my career take flight?
Will the labels, get any better or right?
I aspire to work, from office or home,
Business ideas get piled up in a dome,
Insta and Facebook attract my attention,
Can they help me make money, is a big question?
Enjoying my child’s growth, adds meaning
To my otherwise, aimless and mundane living;
I wonder, being a mother and wife, is that enough?
Will getting back my identity, be any more tough?
My Creative Side 