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.