She can breathe now.

She looks around, as if asleep ..
She can't find. It's so many people, all so confusing.
She is there, doing her duty to be, but she can't see herself in anything there...
She looks at herself and not see the young and light girls from years ago,
the girl who danced and laughed at by her brother ..
she Was becoming dry, bitter and sad, and no longer saw her life pass ..
only fulfilled a duty to be there.
She had to be there. She looks for herself as one who finds himself in a mirror by surprise ...
And she looks longingly to herself...
And she finds herself alone, sad, and totally different than she really is ...
That pain was possibly to see and breaks as the sun in the morning, without asking, without asking..just invade!
Like an animal that is free of the housing, a snake getting rid of their old skin, it discards all that prevented her from breathing, to be herself ...
like a butterfly in the cocoon ...
Now, like all change, it heals the wounds that still bleed, but she can
breathe now...