After putting her children to sleep, that is when she finds time for writing. She was just taking an evening stroll. She saw a jet stream. It felt like someone had cut the sky. She matched her hand with the skies. It too had scars. Now she regretted making them. Each signified a battle she lost with herself.
She cried to herself ” I wish I had never fought the battles with myself. I wish I was strong enough back then.” But then she remembered what a very wise lady had once told her. “You can never really change the past. Nor can you interpret the future.”
via Daily Prompt: Invisible