I look back in adulation, to a person that used to be,
In love and enough for herself,
Her living, a simple point,
Her life, an unfathomable digress.
I look back at her untouched,
Unclaimed by her own
Other sides to her haven’t unfolded yet,
The complications have yet to set in.
I want to warn her, the leap,
Save her from her present loathing,
For all she blames her life to be,
Is that one decision that wrecked all in it.
