In a cozy nest, once bustling and bright,
Now empty and silent, day and night.
The chicks have flown, their wings spread wide,
Leaving me feeling a little defied.
Oh, the house is quiet, too quiet indeed,
No laughter, no chaos, just silence, indeed.
I wander around, feeling useless, it's true,
Wondering what to do, feeling quite blue.
Once a chief cook and bottle washer supreme,
Now I'm left with empty pots and a silent dream.
I've got tales to tell, stories galore,
But who will listen, now that they've flown out the door?
My worth feels diminished, my purpose unclear,
As I navigate this strange new frontier.
I yearn for meaning, a purpose, a role,
To fill up my days, to make myself whole.
I've tried writing and yoga, artistry, and more,
But nothing quite fills that empty nest sore.
I long for adventure, for something brand new,
To break free from the monotony, to bid it adieu.
Perhaps I'll take up skydiving or pole vaulting,
Or invent a gadget for less cumbersome jolting.
Maybe I'll become a detective, solving mysteries,
Or open a bakery, filling lives with sweet histories.
Though the nest is empty, my spirit is strong,
I'll find new ways to dance, to sing, and belong.
For life is a canvas, waiting to be painted,
And I refuse to let it leave me feeling daunted
And I refuse to let it leave me feeling daunted..
Maneesha..
4.6.23
Empty nest..an inevitable phase of life!
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