I never thought it possible
to watch someone
regress before your eyes
in a pitiful,
out of sync
progression.
A professional,
a grown up,
breaks down.
Devotion and sacrifice:
she takes it all in stride,
repaying others’ love
with her harsh,
unstable pride.
A refusal for aid,
she pushes away,
with tantrums on the floor of
rock bottom.
She swats the sturdy and steadying hand,
demanding not to be treated
like a child.
But she must let him play,
she must let God have his way.
Life lesson:
nothing’s fair.
But she’s spiraling downward too quickly,
a blurred world orbiting
around her.
She does not understand.
They will not be there to tuck her
into her deathbed,
Nor will they lay her beneath
the flowerbed.
It is getting too late.
She must grow up and own up,
that withered shell
of a grown up.