Silk Rain

I Miss

I miss when I awoke to a vibrant sunny day, instead of hopeless dreams and thoughts of yesterday.

Torn apart, washed away, every inch of my soul ripped away.

Photographs looking back, far ago still inside of me, all of my memories trying to let go.

Looking at myself through a window and nothing looks back, just distant numbness and eyes that are black.

I remember driving late nights, a glazed night sky with piercing stars shining, a happy child something so entwining.

I miss what I used to see, a moment of relief.

I was born a smiling baby pure and innocent, now filled with emptiness, scars, and broken promises in between.

Growing up all you hear and all you see are fairy tales painted away by loss, pain, and constant torture driving your mind insane.

Living through the news, living through a screen, four broken people trapped inside a cage called a family hiding behind a melancholy smile and unrepairable disdain.

I miss the smell of fire and the sight of rain, running through the trees with friends, the days where fun never ends.

I hear chirping birds as they fly away, I miss the old me where the sun always came, where friends and family never let go, and now I look into an empty room with blank photos and a broken window.

I realized the window was my soul and what was broken was me and like the birds all I have and all I could ever hope for was me.