Daydreamer dreaming about dreams
Dreaming about life
A life that has escaped her
A laugh-less house
A house void of the pitter patter of litter feet
A house that never became a home
Built on cracked glass waiting to burst into a shrapnel
Impaling and then poisoning every aspect of her life
Believing that she have nothing left to give
Nothing left do
She can’t meltdown
Crying seems an abstract thought, she is beyond that
She is angry
Days go by, weeks, months
Then she is calm, too calm
She is thinking about the hurt that was caused
The missed opportunities, past and future
She must start over
But time is not her friend and she honestly does not want to
She blames herself for everything
She finally allows the demon in
It reaps her soul and ravages her very being
So She WEPT
Myasthenia Gravis 