Identity ?

I often been termed as nerd,

By my friends and family herd.

Glad I was with the identity,

Until I knew the harsh reality.

I have been fondly called as wife,

By my husband who shares his life.

Glad I was with the identity,

Until I knew the harsh reality.

I have been pampered as mother,

By my children who loves one another.

Glad I was with the identity,

Until I knew the harsh reality.

I attempt to identify myself as Blogger,

                                             a Runner,

                                        a Story teller,

                       and a Yoga Practitioner,

Until I was confused and lost.

I tried to identify the quiet 'I',

It was dissolved in rhythmic high,

There is no tag attached, nor that is named identity,

It was a formless and shapeless entity.

I am happy as always in oscillation,

"Jill of all trades" is my new occupation.

This post is written for Poets United: Midweek-Motif