She’s not happy about it. She’s been telling me for weeks. Ignoring her is the worst; she’ll make you miserable until you listen. Today, I surrender to her need. This is her stage. Her voice-
A promise, a deal was made between you and me, last fall. No more contact. It’s for the best. You agreed, indefinitely!
She felt good as her need and want was received. What changed? She’s irritated by the visits, recent comment. She feels walls moving in closer. The imprisonment of you is tightening her breath. She hates it.
She hates the choke… Some kind of control takes over. She’s trapped by the past. And She hates it. She hates the silent connect. The wait. For what?! Nothing. And she hates that the most.
She’s expressive, she’s emotion-full, she’s the power house in me. And she’s asking loudly,
Please let her be.
Let her rebuild a life without you.
June, two years exactly- was what it was. I remember it well. Today, any movement, the slightest movement and she’s exhausted. Agitated.
Let her be.
Let her write. Let her feel. Let her love. Without an audience to read it. Without the visits. Without you.
Let her be.
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Let her sleep. With her secrets.
Let her be.