I was once strong. Stronger than anyone else around me. I took whatever anyone threw at me and added it to my armor.
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Now I just fall apart a piece at a time
I was once flexible. I was able to bend and adjust to any situation that came my way.
Now I canít turn my head to see a different way.
I was once detached. Never too close to anyone. Never too close to my feelings.
Now I fear losing people. Now I fear losing myself.
I was once able to stand alone. Tall. Firm.
Now I sway in the wind. Vulnerable. Weak.
I was once me.
Now I am a ghost of myself.