The cozy nest

 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!