When I was younger I had a very clear vision of what I will end up becoming.
A doctor of course, sometimes a vet.
A physicist, forensic scientist or a psychologist. Images of my future changed as rapidly as the wind. They were transformed by how much I learned about the world and of myself. But they were always very clear. If I do this, my life will look exactly like that.
I miss her, this version of myself that had every ounce of certainty this world could give. She knew how much it would cost but still did it anyway.
She is hiding somewhere deep beneath the layers of so many versions of me. The me that went through abuse, the me that went through addiction, the me that lost every hope and will for a future I once envisioned.
The regrets I wear now are reminders of her, screaming Do you remember me?
YOU ARE READING
can you see me now?
PoetryWhen you lose a sight of yourself is sometimes very hard to see the rest of the world.
