I love my sweet self
The self that is past,
The self that is no more,
The self that I would love to be,
But am not able to be-
Where relationships were precious to me,
Where mother, father, brothers, in-laws,
Friends, husband, children, strangers-
All meant so much to me,
But now they stand reminders of past-
Shattered, scattered and dreaded the most,

Oh, my precious old self!
Where art thou gone?
Oh, where art thou?
Who is residing in me now?
I feel like a stranger unto myself.
Where has gone my confidence?
And where my talent, where my sense?
What has brought me to such a ruin?
I feel like I’m in a stranger’s feet.

Will I be my same old self?
The same old self that I love to be
The same old self that I am no more?
The same old self that I crave to be?
Loving, caring, soothing, free?