Her footsteps send echos down a long, lonely path
A path well trodden, one better left forgotten
Just like she feels sometimes

Forgotten

Sometimes she feels as if she is just a sum of the things people believe she represents, but she is
So
Much
More

Her mind is full of the echos of the footsteps we’ve left there
Words that sting at the scars from her past,
Small acts that threaten to tear the threads that keep her mind intact, because she is

Intact.

Very together, very proper, always the mother and never the daughter
The hero of the beaten and self ****** because she sees herself in us

She is self ******.

Her footsteps send echos down a long, lonely path.