A Small Poets Journal

I miss

I miss the sound of the rushing ocean.
I miss the smell of the salt that coats the air.
I miss the freedom of the open sea.

I miss waking up to the smell of cooking bacon,
While happy voices fill my ears.
I miss happy mornings,
In which no one fears
What bills need paying,
And which child's eyes may fill with tears.

I miss when days were joyful.
When I could run jump leap and frolic,
Without a care in the world.

I miss the days where depression didn't swallow me,
Like an afternoon snack.
And anxiety didn't make my mind twist into a pretzel.

I miss when I wasn't ready to hurt myself .
And when I was happy with my life.

I miss it all...