A piece of me for the boss, a piece of me for the children, a piece of me for my husband, a piece for the house, a piece for the chores, a piece for the meals. Where am I? Who have I become? Where has my identity gone?
Longing for solitude, for peace and stillness. I dream of quiet, I dream of a small home with a front porch, where I sit and smell the salt ocean.
All the pieces I give away, I give away willingly and I'm happy to do so, but I need a piece for me. Something to claim to grasp onto.
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