Hiraeth
There was something about this smile,
that I once always wore.
This feeling of happiness,
that I no longer store.
I remember when I lost it,
when my world faded to grey
when the bubbly playful girl
was up and locked away.
When my hands started to shake,
in a crowded room.
When I wished there were pills I could take,
and no feeling of doom.
I watched as in front of me
everything began to crumble
how the darkenss crept over
and when the thunder began to rumble.
When I looked for light inside of me,
instead of others.
When did I start believing,
God was nothing but a wonder?