You stare at the same reflection every day. Yet somehow you know nothing about it.
I would do anything to go back. To magical nights an wondrous days.
To when I knew exactly who I was, an who I wanted to become. It's as if the older I get the more detached I am from myself.
I have no idea who I am anymore I can't even begin to fathom who I want to become.
I miss who I was, that girl... she was fearless she would know exactly what to do if she was still here. She was a leader, unstoppable. Now stuck in her shadow because she dimmed her lights so others wouldn't feel insecure.
She is no longer the reflection I look back at I am no longer her.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
