A personal journey, guided by life and divine wisdom—my story, shared in verse for reflection.
Shall I start from the beginning?
The day I was born,
the third in line.
Mama, did your eyes fill with tears,
when you held me close in those first years?
Were you disappointed
when you wrapped me up
and brought me home?
You must have loved me—
I know that.
I grew up watching,
watching myself slip into the shadows
while girls learned to fold themselves small.
Every turn came with a rule,
a standard I had to meet,
just because I was a girl.
The next chapter demanded more—
It demanded I be perfect,
held me to standards I could never meet.
I bent, I broke, I hid my pain,
smiled through tears, endured the strain.
Were those burdens ever truly mine to bear?
Motherhood stretched before me—
Children grown, and I still gave—
all the love, all the time,
all the energy I had left.
Exhausted, challenged, stretched too thin,
still I asked myself— is there more to give.
And still, I waited.
Waited for respect,
for acknowledgment,
for the simple truth
that I mattered just as much.
Years tumbled.
I moved through life quietly,
like a guest in my own story.
But then I understood—
this story was written in the heavens for me.
I know the Lord wrote it perfectly,
my heart holds grace
because it made me who I am.
Now I rise, my spirit free,
I am enough, just being me,
and I’ll be worthy one day, you’ll see—
the third in line, finally fully me.
