I AM SORRY

I am sorry that when time comes I never know where to go. I try to tread carefully to avoid hurting the grass but my feet have long destroyed the ground. The sound of my footsteps awakens the souls long gone. How then should I maneuver with no direction? Give me permission then I would not implicate the life I was given.
I am sorry that I live on borrowed time, every tick on the clock awakens the emotions. I try to keep the inner restless woman in peace but I don’t know how long I can keep that up.
I am sorry that the foam succumbed what used to be my heart and left only the dust that remains unsettled.
I remain rattled.
I am sorry that I chose to leave you behind. That I am too rebellious and too oblivious to carry you on my back. It’s too late to have you back.
I am sorry that when you look at me, you only see a frame that depicts an image long gone. I go back to the drawing board, to see the sketch of what used to be.
Perhaps with the edges of the sculpture I will be able to retrace what once looked like me.
I am sorry I was not enough.

I am sorry.