Who am I?

My heart beating in my chest is like a playful, elusive breeze. Jumping. Skipping a beat. And then flittering away. My hair falls in tangles around my shaking shoulders. My dress carries the salty stains of tears. My hand and arm tremble as my body tries to convey what my soul cannot. Terrible frightening words issue from my mouth as a stare at a face in the mirror. The face seems familiar...I know it...It is mine. Who am I? I am Maria.