The Phoenix in the Silence:

The house, once a hive of motion and sound,

Now holds a quiet that feels profound.

The laughter of children, a distant refrain,

A bittersweet echo that still remains.

Shoes no longer scattered across the floor,

Their voices don’t ring through the open door.

The meals I prepared, the stories we shared,

Are now memories, tender and carefully spared.

I stand in the stillness, a space so vast,

Where the present collides with shadows of the past.

Who am I now, with their footsteps gone?

What path is mine to walk upon?

A Stranger in the Mirror

The mirror reflects a face I know,

Yet beneath it, someone waits to show.

The years as a mother, a role well-played,

Left parts of me hidden, safely swayed.

The dreams I had, like seeds in the dark,

Now stir in the soil, igniting a spark.

The woman I was, before they came,

Whispers my long-forgotten name.

Her voice is soft, a persistent hum,

A reminder that life’s second act has begun.

She asks me gently, without regret,

“What will you do with the time you’ve kept?”

Embracing the Quiet

I walk through the garden, where seasons turn,

And feel the sunlight on my skin burn.

It’s a warmth not of loss, but of something new,

A chance to rewrite what’s tried and true.

I open a book left untouched for years,

And let its words dissolve my fears.

The paintbrush waits, the canvas wide,

A place for colors I’d set aside.

I step out the door, the road feels new,

Under skies of gray and radiant blue.

Each step is mine, unbound, untied,

With nothing to prove, and nothing to hide.

Finding Joy in the Solitude

I discover the beauty of cooking for one,

Of dancing alone when the day is done.

The world is vast, its call so clear,

And my own heartbeat is what I hear.

The mother in me still quietly resides,

A part of my soul that never subsides.

But now there’s room for the girl I’d been,

For her wildest dreams to awaken within.

Travel beckons, with lands unknown,

I’ve learned the art of being alone.

Not lonely, but full of light and grace,

Ready to claim my rightful space.

The Phoenix Rises

From the ashes of routine, I take flight,

With wings of courage through the night.

Motherhood shaped me, a love so grand,

But now I reach for my own hand.

I’ve found my voice, my passions anew,

In the quiet of this life’s debut.

For the echoes of children do not mean loss,

But the start of a journey I’m proud to cross.

The silence hums, not empty but full,

A life rediscovered, vibrant and whole.

For in their flight, I’ve come to see,

The phoenix that always lived in me.