A letter.

To whom it may concern,

I hope you are well
Tucked up safe in your house where this can't hurt you.
I heard your call but forgot to respond.
It simply slipped my mind as it always does.
One day I will react.
I promise.
Tomorrow will be the start of our future
But I'm not ready for it.
I'm shedding my skin.
Literally but not metaphorically.
I wish I could let it all slip away.
I didn't mean anyone any harm.
It was all an honest mistake.
But dishonesty runs in my blood.
Ancient traditions lost in my dreams.
Time to modernise.
Get with the times.
I make it 22.46.
Did you hear the news?
I passed.
I have the pieces of paper to tell me so.
Why do I still feel like a failure?
The only person I've let down is me.
Disappointment runs rampant.
This isn't over yet.
I'll wait patiently for your response.
We must correspond more regularly.
Yours Truely,
The Queen of Broken Words.