the me I miss

People easily change and no one stays the same and I miss my purity and innocence as a child

I go back to every moment
that I can almost call happy
every time I was wondering
about all you can call silly
the first time I was tought to pray
and everyone watching me
and though I was told what to say
I also told the god to give me a sea
I go back to my first wish
that I made upon the candles
I wished to be an angel
that could cure every sadness
I go back to every moment
that I can almost remember
like when I first decided to be a singer
before I knew I couldn't live any loger
before I started to count my heart beats
before I waited my soul and death to meet
before I knew my life has an end
and now I wonder what happened to my eyes
how can I miss all the happiness in what I see
how can I miss all the times
when I had the chance to be the former me
and though I changed two arteries
I can never change my heart
and though it's filled with misery
I find hope in every part
I go back to every moment and every day
so there's one thing for me to say
something was pure back then
and now I don't fit in my own skin

Author's Note

I wish I could turn the clock back and never lose myself

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[Julia.Moore]

A passion for haiku poetry began during world literature studies, inspired by its ability to convey profound ideas in a few syllables. Many of these haikus, capturing life's fleeting beauty, are featured in the book Blue Harlequin. Read the full article to explore the beauty of haiku poetry: https://aoidemagazine.com/what-is-haiku-poetry/