I see a mere shadow of the person you once were. Flimsy and fleeting. Wishy-washy. Procrastinating. At times, almost catatonic. This is not the person I grew up with, shared my room and toys with, played house and “Simon says.” We planned the parties. We paid the house bills. We could not make enough cakes and pastries because everyone wanted them. How could time erode all of who you are? More importantly, how could you have allowed it? Have you sold your soul to the devil to hang on to a farce? Take it back. Take yourself back. Come back!
Untitled by Mary-Ann Ortiz-LuisIn by New Author on February 2, 2011 at 2:56 pm