Ghosts of Your Footsteps
I was once so weak, so afraid, so insecure in who I was. But I looked up and saw your life, your love, your strength. I decided that you were everything to me. That I'd pour my very soul into living like you. You became my life, my love, my strength. I spent years chasing after the ghosts of your footsteps; unable to see you through your shadow. But you were still my everything.
Then you got sick. You fell from your pedestal. Your life waned, your love hardened, and your strength faded. But I loved you even more. You berated me often; usually I didn't understand why, but I always took your words to heart and got up to follow the ghosts of your footsteps once more. Sometimes, we'd get along as if we were soulmates in the form of mother and daughter. Sometimes, you'd be miles away in another time and place with me as your outlet.
For years, I'd put everything I had into trying to help you, but you only worsened. One day, I was away on business and precious time was forever lost. I didn't even get to talk to you or say goodbye one last time. I was left in the dark, begging God to tell me why I'm still stuck following the ghosts of your footsteps.