While sitting in the workshop, I stare.

I am not Me; I feel so bare.

I am stripped of my courage;

Stripped of my life.

What role do I have to play later on?

Obviously a Laborious wife!

I watched the doves, the ducks, the sky,

As I wave to my spirit a disastrous goodbye.

Oh WHY? Do I feel like I died?

But all I want is to fly… away.

I looked at her as she said,

“Oh, Darling, it’s okay”

Filled with disbelief, I cry.

Because right now, I was going to finally fly

She finally understood for once in her life

That I am not perfect and neither is she

And if that’s how life is….

PLEASE Let It Be!