I wrote this on August 31, 2001. I was a senior in high school. "Closed like confessionals" was a writing prompt in my Creative Writing class. I would never have guessed my mom would be diagnosed with a disease that would slowly and painfully lead her to be the person I described.
Closed like confessionals was her heart which ached from within. Her emotions showed nothing. The look on her face always dim and confused. She thought about a lot of things in her mind sealed with silence. She wondered how long it would be until someone let her soul out of this dark room. How she longed to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that light was nowhere near. She spent her days among rambling thoughts echoing in the darkness. Her heart was still. She showed no movement. Did the people she used to be friends with notice her anymore? Did they wonder where the loving woman had gone?Maybe they did, but she would never be able to express how much she missed them. She was closed up inside herself now. There was no way out, no way that she knew of. Silent prayers were her only hope.