The Breeze

You are the breeze
That blows my hair forward
To tickle my face and
Reminds me of
What it feels like
To be loved so pure.

January 1, 2020

Time was supposed to give us room to grow
But we change in ways we couldn't know
I have become what I never wanted to be

Left behind are the simplicities of innocence
I turned towards a need, a desire to be desired
Now innocence is a thing of the past
I have chosen to take whatever I want

I wish to be stronger, more wise than this
I wish to believe in love again
To let go of this greed for self
To choose to not want what is not mine.

When will I be able to
Look myself in the eyes
In the mirror again?