Dream

I asked you if you were happy.
You said you were committed.

I should've told you then
they're not the same thing.

I know what you are.
You are faithful wife
and a loving mother.
But what about
the woman in you?
Is she happy?

Is there still a part of her
that wants to scream,
that wants to be elusive,
that wants to let her hair down
and run wild with
reckless abanadon?

I know you all too well.
That's what you've always
wanted, but something
or some things held you
back from going all out.
Now look at you.

Mrs. Domesticated.
Is there any resignation now
that maybe the freedom
you yearned for
may only be a
thing of the past?

A thing you'll have to
teach your children, hoping
they can feel the freedom
that you once desired,
that they can run wild
with reckless abandon?

Maybe then
you can see by the light
in their eyes that you
can still find the light in yours
and take the time
to dream.