Moonlight ( A collection of poems)

rediscover

Am I empty
a wandering soul that will never know comfort
I fear that my days will be spent waking up to a nightmare
A constant war that will never end

I remember my 9 year old self
How full of life she was as she faced the world head on
And that is the only reason I still have hope

For me then it was enough to face another day

I didn't place expectations but faced each day like a journey instead of a battle

maybe one day I will find my way back to her again

carefree and full to the brim