Remember when life was hell?
Remember when there were people that loved you?
They wanted to include you,
walk with you, talk with you,
feed you hot suppers
of roasted potatoes,
love, and gravy,
but you refused to eat.
You refused to speak.
You climbed down into that muddy,
mental hole you dug,
just beneath that tree of life.
Or you climbed over the loving rocks
that hindered your isolation,
and you never bothered with goodbyes.
You never bothered
to look them in the eye
and explain why their invested time
was such a waste.
Do you remember?
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.