So many say the same thing to me
Let the past go, let it be free
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
But some days I cry
My mind is stuck thick
Does this mean I’m sick?
I love what used to be
My family surrounding me
Giggles were songs to my ears
Hearing the word mommy whispered
Made me feel alive and loved
Fixing a meal through playing and shoves
Now I can’t seem to fit in
A feeling of loss, my age wearing thin
All I ever wanted was to be loved through and through
Now I can’t find that feeling in most things I do
Is it so hard to understand why I live in the past?
That’s where I shined best , where life was a blast.
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