I miss the me I was as a child
carefree, joyful, worry-less, and wild
barefoot in grass and everything new
a world so exciting
I was guided through.
I miss the child in all of us.

I miss the me I was in adolescence
against the idea of acquiescence
standing tall and finding myself
a world so frightening
but being confident as well.
I miss when from life we'd all rebel.

I miss the me I have not yet been
lying ahead, in wait, with a grin
for the me then will laugh, raise a brow,
and miss the me that I am now.

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this is a day of
high clouds

my mind
roams up to
where they are
in the upper stratosphere
cold christaline skies
a bowl over
the marbled earth

the sky cracked open
revealing the
ionosphere
black as a
stone egg

where stars waited
to be

birthed


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/12/2015

I'm
A boat
Brimful of
Love upon a
Rushing stream to a
Halcyon sea
0f romance
Simply
You

©Kikodinho Alexandros