Innocence

I'm ashamed of who I've become,
once filed with ambition and hope,
hope,
a fragile mind once thought her life would be happy,
instead she clings to a bottle to feel anything,
She used to have it all planned out,
College,
University,
A well paid job in which she could return to the comforting voice of a husband,
The laugh of a child,
She paints this in her mind,
As if to remind herself that she has nothing,
The reality of these dreams,
Nothing but a single bed and a dead end job,
The ghosts of what could have be fill her head,
Like a scene from a film that never quite made it to Hollywood,
The candle light flickers as she sits there,
Desperately trying to make a plan,
Rekindle with that once inviting thought of happiness,
The child who never got her dream.