She used to be Her

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.