Sincerely, Jennifer x

I sold all my tools,

tired of fixing,

and aching from the obligations of every stray and sullen problem that became mine for no reason.

Selfish was a state of mind,

but one I strived for,

after years as a handy woman,

therapist,

heroine,

comfort blanket.

Ghosts and ghouls crowded my door,

and I watched,

keeping it locked,

waiting for any of them to offer to patch me up with their own souls.

Of course,

the moment never came.