For many years I have been everything
to someone else.
Someones mother, daughter, sister
employee, WIFE.
Now entering the stage of my life
where the kids are grown-
The divorce is 3yrs gone by
and I struggle with who I am, really...
From being needed for every little scratch
and bump in lifes road-
1st days at school, bad breakups, dinner dishes
and homework
to more solitude than I care to admit to.
But in the quiet that is almost too loud to
think through,
Somehow I realized I lost my identity & in all those things and put myself last, to the point
that now Im rediscovering who I am.

Before I would not have liked what I saw
But today among the feelings of solitude
I have a sense of accomplishment.
And I realize that life isnt over, just progressing.
Moving on to the next phase if you will.
I just have to adjust accordingly.
I made up my mind that life doesnt have to steal away our identity.

so true, good for you