skeletons.....they rattle....they roam.....always looming, always taunting. who is "she", a skeleton i say. a part of my life that once was buried, but now uncovered. it's not my choice, but it is what it is.
she is lucky, very fortunate indeed. she was spared the "dark years", unlike the rest of us. she was raised with privilege, silver spoon you know. no regrets, not from me. so let it be....everyone.....let it be. let the skeletons rest, let them be at peace, let them stay at bay.