Where is she?
The authentic me?
The one who dared?
Wasn't afraid but free?
Who was I?
The parts I want to keep?
The friend to those in need?
Worth her own show on TV?!
Will I be?
Able to reconcile w me?
Able to feel peace?
Just able to get to sleep?!
2:30am seems somehow linked to things I can't remember to remember. Can't remember to forget.
Pain in my head grows.
The letter remains unwritten.
FB doesn't ask much of me.
Really matters??
Tried to add a photo but on phone and tech hates me. Grr. Argh.
