you are not a lost child

there you are

looking at pictures

and wonder

was it when you are eighteen

or twenty one

with that wide smile

and carefree strut

you shrug off every worry

you said they are not worth even a penny

so why worry

there you are

thinking what happened

searching for answers

like a lost child

looking at pictures

and wonder

when you are twenty eight

or thirty

midnight darkness and echoed thoughts

and you are unsure of things

shuffling back and forth

questioning every move

was it a mistake 

was it worth the risk

can you turn back time

can you start all over again

can you be you once more?

that you when you are eighteen or twenty one

and then a silent whisper came

you haven't changed, my dear

you just grew up, that's all

Eirlys

is it not better

is it not better to give rather than receive

to see joy in happy faces

to feel warmth deep within your hearts

is it not better to forgive rather than hold grudges

to see beyond all the flaws and imperfections of humans

to feel free from all the hurt and hatred

is it not better to move on and let go

to see past as just distant memories

to feel and embrace them as merely past

is it not better to just sing a song, write a poem

paint a picture or bake a cake

is it not better...

Eirlys

you and me

we talk

in a box

that no one is in

people are moving and talking

but we are in this box

that belongs to us

only us

just you and me

sharing the infinite space

created and seen by us

just us

Eirlys

only when, you see

only when

you hit rock bottom and

all the odds are against you

facing failures, disappointments and

endless rejections

pushed to the edge of the cliff

drown in the sea of tears

feeling lost and losing hope

that you begin to see kindness

and be humbled by it

see love

and appreciate it

see hope

and grasp it

see life

and embrace it.

Eirlys