The tree near my house is no longer there
The library, the light of my life, has disappeared.
My school uniform no longer fits me.
The stairs I took to school every morning, every day
My friend that took my hand,
Learnt to read together, learnt to grow together
Has moved away like many others.
The toys I gave away, the clothes I left behind
The house I grew up in, is not mine any more
The first car I rode,
The streets I ran in, the shops in every corner.
The ice cream van, the little bookshop.
The charity shop with all sorts of vintage,
The lovely man that waved hello every morning
Laughed like no tomorrow,
My father that wiped all my tears away,
My mother that held me in my arms, no more.
I look in the mirror,
My face painted with wrinkles.
My hair coloured grey.
The world I've always known,
Changing in more ways than one
Running a race I can't keep up with,
I think of the life I've had before and
Part of me wishes for it back,
Longs to see the familiar faces.
And part of me is glad to have reached so far
To have won the battles and survived drops of hell.
Part of me wants to stare at the stars all night long
Even when I know I won't be able to reach them
No matter how far I hold out my hand.
YOU ARE READING
Where All The Flowers Bloom
Poetry"...Beware of the voice that sings pretty lies. A song. A tune. An enchanting melody. His name is Misery." This is a reminder for everyone, that no matter how difficult life gets, it is still truly worth living.
