CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)

day 250

Wind, carry me high,
Above the clouds,
Above the shore.
Take me away
To a place with no more pain,
To a place with sunny skies
And occasional rains.
I want to be free,
Free from my cage
Made of heartbreak,
Distrust, and self-inflicted wounds.
I miss the days
When I would soar,
Arms and fingers outstretched,
Raking through the
Threads of time and space.
I miss the people that
Brought me happiness,
A long, long time ago.
My smile has faded,
And my mask has shattered.
I can't hide behind faux features,
Behind a grin or content face.
I miss the time when
All I had to think about
Was what color to draw
A tree with,
Or, perhaps, if I was going
To wear shoes or
Let my bare feet glide
Through the dirt.
Those were the simple days.
Now, it's all just a haze,
And I don't know what's right
And what's wrong.