Her mind is running, screaming, collapsing in on itself again.
Uncomfortable with feeling helpless,
not being enough,
Priorities changing.
Slowly losing control of who she is,
she's worried, that was the one thing that kept her permanent.
Wishing that she could be awarded for just being.
Wishing that she was enough for the one she loved.
"These are just mountains of sorrow that cannot be moved."
So frustrated with regrets,
Literally choking on her desire to be more.
To be something of worth...