I imagine myself

Amazing

Strong

Resilient 

Resourceful

Not this

Sad and desperate replica

Former glory gone

Lost to a fearful and anxious heart

I dont like myself here

I preferred the sharp,  witty, woman 

She laughed readily

Always had good words on tbe tip of her tongue

She wore flowers in her hair

And had plans to walk in the rain

She spoke words of healing 

Her eyes had light and fire in them

She had dreams too, though over time she had forgotten 

But she had plans to find them again

Now she is not sure where she is where she left herself 

Where did this boxed in, caged, anxious, desperate creature come from?

Do over need to be possible.