Sometimes you miss it

Sometimes the hardest thing

Is to look in the mirror

To face the broken smile

The empty blue eyes

That once held the oceans.

Held,

Held tight like the child to his teddy

Clinging to desperately

Begging to be able to turn over and hide from the world

Just five more minutes

Five more

Please

Five more minutes

Where I can sleep

Because even nightmares cuddle more than life

Because the hardest thing

Is staring into a mirror

And seeing the scared child staring back

 

Sometimes the hardest thing

Is to look into the mirror

To see a glowing sun

And full oceans

Blue and ready for the day

To see peace

The hardest thing is to look at the scars

And admit I miss the pain

This poem is about: 
Me

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