Drive them here and there
But they don't want me around.
I am a mother without children
I hold their hands
Feed them their meals
But they don't remember my name.
I am a daughter without parents.
I care for his children
Give him my time and companionship
His needs are met, but not mine.
I am a wife without a husband.
How can one be surrounded by people
Yet so alone?
Do I even still exist
Under the labels of Mother, Daughter, Wife?
Am I still on my own journey,
Or merely walking the paths of others?
At times my only strength comes from the hope
That I am not without myself.