a part of me knows
how I am changing
sometimes, I like her
sometimes, I can’t stand her
I am proud of how she is evolving
but at the same time, I am afraid
what if I lose her, forever
what if there is no coming back
what if she forgets herself
she spent her days sitting in the library
reading, learning and writing- more than
hundred pages in One day, because
she had a dream. she wanted to be
a writer.
but now she is far meddled in the realities
of house and income. priorities change.
hunger of stomach must be first attended
than of soul.
I hope I can save her.
I will pray for her soul.
