Poetry

Back to the Past

I wanna run back

Back to the past

Things weren't all that good

But they weren't all that bad

Least I could smile

Play in the dirt

Run around in the rain

Not loose my breath

I could feel at peace

Out in our back yard

The piece of forest that I could call mine

I had a space to myself

Where I could shut the door

Shut out the world

Turn off the lights

Squeeze into my closet closing it's doors

Locking myself safe inside

Back then I was mature

Thought deeper than I do now

I had space to myself

I didn't feel trapped

I'm not asking for my innocence back

Gods know I don't want that

I just want back that feeling of freedom

Like I was myself

The feeling of standing outside

Wind on my face

Fog coloring the sky a beautiful gray

Stringy grass and hard dirt beneath my feet

As I listened to the birds high up in the pine trees

I miss that sense of belonging

That feeling of worth

I miss all the crazy stunts I would do just for fun

Every time I get a glimpse of that feeling

The rush it comes with

I just want to jump out of my skin

And chase after it

Back to the past

The place where I felt safe

Maybe that's why I act so childish nowdays

Instead of being solum and quiet

Pondering the many questions I had

Being able to sit for hours

With out a word said

Feeling content just to be

I miss that life

I cry all the time

Wishing it back

Wishing I could run back to the past