Step
Across the threshold
Through the door
Back to reality.
I’ve been away
For just a day
To a place
Where I am me.
No obligations
Nor expectations
Commitment
And agenda free.
Here I am mom,
Teacher, colleague,
Companion, neighbor,
Friend.
But what am I
If none of these?
Anonymous,
I contend.
And
So I step
Through this door
Back to reality.
Back to the place
Where I am known
Where I am known
As me.
A String of Pearls 
Oct 11, 2013 @ 08:05:39
Such a lovely poem!
Oct 12, 2013 @ 09:22:29
Thank you. I needed to get away for the weekend, but a day was all it took, and then I needed to get back home. 🙂