shake them from their torpor.
I'm not a good friend to myself.
No manifest of concise thoughts.
That part I valued most.
Of what was God's for taking.
Sorry for me being me.
Snow on the screen of my mind.
Among the brightest in class.
Computer no longer a handy tool.
Alone – no longer able to hear myself think.
When is Sorry not Enough?
I'm sorry . . . for myself . . . to myself.
Didn't believe . . .
But I clearly was . . .
What the truth was to them.
Was I not pushing myself enough?
I have a chance now . . .
And build a new support system.
but one day she is gone.