Where did the me that was me go?

I find that I’ve changed a lot over the past few years.

Not for the good either.

I don’t know that person who looks back at me from the mirror each day.

There’s a bitterness in her heart.

There’s a deep sorrow in her eyes.

Her mouth is tight-lipped and seldom smiles.

Her heart is heavy and never light as in the past.

She looks tired, used up.

No, I don’t know her.

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on March 22, 2016, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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